Whether you believe in salvation or not
At least give this young kid a chance
Here he is shouting to the crowd and
The crowd with stones to throw not a soul is listening
Is this how it is with the inconsolable
They throw stones and in the throwing accuse themselves
They lynch their own shadows and hang them against white walls
Until it becomes the unbelievable
The water in the well is not fit for drinking
With guns and stones glued to their hands
The crowd moves and it grieves
And the kid tired of shouting at his own face
With anyone who will share it
He offers bread that the crowd bears what it has to bear
For this the profoundest dark
He carries an unlit candle in his heart

Ronald Rae