People Would Say

people would say all kinds of mean things
because they had not much real life in their wings
they came up with all kinds of stuff they could fling
people all kinds of say, would mean things,
mean

but Jesus said take my yoke, it always was light
like a cloud drifting down it weighed hardly ban once
but forgive and forget it and i love you again
the law of find-free, and lets become more like Me

or like you, but all cool, no projections on others
leading the Way, and discerning the best thing
to say to a brother -- to bless or reveal, to help false wings unpeel
or to slow down the ravels from travels that smother

the soul, newly birthed, it looked for the truth
but fell sadly in place, drifting down into duldrums
when they beheld our face, a mean, ugly space
that looked out and saw how to chase all the others

away, or at least make them feel bad, not like Christ
had -- forgiven and found, a most welcoming sound
now mostly gone from the room and replaced
with a dread of a next bad thing said -- to block out the light

given, but must walk within and without,  or it sinks
into grout on the wall, just a stain where
nothing is plain, but much pain, but much pain
given and gotten, the whole becomes rotten

and stinks to high heavens and of things
ill- begotten, the Way being free, we should never
start stoppin' the others from going and even
from passing, us on the way up to Heaven

where grasses are cool and winds blow with shine
the people speak everything with good intentions
sublime.  they do not argue about spiritual platters
and everyone eats all the food they have gathered

from a far off place found, when they learned to walk
with Christ-like spirit and quieted heart
they sunk in their heels and started to follow
and they have now arrived to the place of no sorrow