Our Water to Wine

Posted By TheUniversalOne on April 2, 2011

“Our Water to Wine”
by Christa A. Lamb

There is a sea
Of potential and
A land full of
Greed and
I find in between
Is where
My soul does
Grieve
With all
We kill
And all
We war with
Money in
Pocket
We still
Want more

You know
I once heard of
A man who
Some said was
Absurd for
Believing
He was God
But He
Showed us that
It wasn’t so
Hard to feed
A nation with
One fish and
One loaf of
Bread and
Make
The wealth of
Love forever
Spread and
He could
Make wine of
Water but
Could he
Now make
Pure water of
Black gold?
Could a new
Folk lore be
Told?
And could He
Or I
Or you
Bend our hearts
Toward “ours”
Instead of
Mine?
Could this
Be Our
Water to
Wine?

I wonder
Could He
Or I
Or you
Could We
Do it this time?

I believe in
Miracles I
Believe
They are
What We
Do not yet
Know I
Believe
When We
Learn
The truth of
The miracle then
The truth of
Who We are
Will show and
Shine in
Water and
In wine

A miracle
Would be to
Turn our conquests
Away from
Greed
To not hate
Across borders and
Draw lines in
The sand holding
Darkness tight in
Our aging hands
We’re killing
Time and
Wasting space and
Most of all
Losing face
In the mirror of
Our disgrace
While life
Suffocates and
Love breaks
Let’s turn toward
The light for
Everyone’s sake

I do not
Know if all
Hearts are
The same but
My heart is screaming
“HAVE WE ALL GONE INSANE?”

Let’s go down
The list
One at a time
And ask ourselves—
Is this love we find?

America is
Young
Her history is
Rich and
Her blood has been
Spilt and
In the soil
It sits like
The oil in
The ocean
It never leaves
It just sinks to
The bottom while
We play
Make believe but
It’s still there so
Nothing hides
Because it’s in
Our mind
Where the
Ugliness resides.

The slaughter of
The Natives,
The enslaving of
The Blacks
The encampment of
The Asians
It’s the dark
Side of
An ugly
Invasion of
The mind and
The heart of
Something ugly
That was
Sought and
Still today till
This day if
You’re different
Illegal Or
Just don’t agree
You better
Watch out
I do believe
We want more
By you getting
Less and if
You’re looking for
A hand out
You better confess
That you’re lazy
A bum
A no good person
Just looking for
Some and
It’s in the mind
We go crazy and
Blame in
A horrific frenzy and
I feel
The anxiety of
All the high
Intensity of
Our dumb founded
Notions and
Hocus pocus
Potions that
Hypnotize and
Mesmerize and
Push blame aside
When it’s all
Inside—
We all
Have it
We’re all
Addicts wanting
More And
More And
More And
More

We’ll kill
For it
Blame
For it
Let go of
Morals
For it
Ignore truth
For it
While
Never
Never
Never
Facing
The truth
Of it

We are all
Human
We are all
To blame
Can you
Feel it—
WE’RE ALL
GOING INSANE!

But I’ll pause to be sane…

When I see
A pelican
Covered in oil
Gasping for
One last breath
I know I’m
The same as
British Petroleum—
I share the blame

But
I’m different
Because
I’m one person
Baring
The weight of
The world and
Asking for
Forgiveness
Because
I believe in
Miracles
I believe we
Can turn
Black oil back
Into water if
Only in
Our hearts
One person at
A time We
Can turn this
Around…