everyone is gifted with fear and faith

everyone is gifted with fear and faith

in its breath to live through its earthly

inheritance along plain memory and hope

in the mist of alternative shootouts

(when in the queue or elsewhere

 _better make it a rule -just

 anywhere- mind the telling

 gestures signals ground writings

for in due time we all get the call to be

in the game and we must be affixed

with a pledge in spite of any handicap

or ability

hardest is to be picked out as fisherman

or tax collector _no head role's welcome_
(the outcome's well known and the cross)

but the question is how to achieve the will

for holiness while trapped in cosmic flesh

and blood and with the universe inherited

as a mental block...and one toils to strike

a mark to see justice on the score though

at long last one couldn’t expect to be

remembered at all

so while on the road we meet at rest-stops

over proverbial cheeseburgers and coke

sometimes one’s too weak (not that the soda

is too strong) and they have to take down

the water-closet door to drag you out