#d colin

[robertcooper1127]

D Colin at Zankel Music Center

My beautiful Haitian wife opening for Tank and the Bangas!!!

[robertcooper1127]

My empress D. Colin performing a poem at the Muslim ban protest at Albany International Airport...

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pmuBKYzc1E)

[practicingwhatipreach]

I walk with God to bus stops Mouth moving silently Whispering conversations with God on sidewalks On grass patches and fallen leaves Puddles and black ice Seeing God in trees that speak in wind movement In time shifting bustles of the city I walk with tired clocks across the podium To the finality bells that mark the top and the half Hours that I will never see again Running for the bus under the pressure of seconds Rushing to get to the door before it leaves. Hoping I’m seen RunningRunningRunning Hoping this bus driver is not one of those obnoxiously punctual ones who make a point about time because I still haven’t learned fully to appreciate minutes between my waiting I still have yet to fully savor seconds when my soul Walks in the quietness of God Still need to remember that God still walks Like garden strolls in Eden Or visits to Abraham And with crowds hungry for fish and bread Busy crowds where I can push through Just to touch the edge… Leave behind the issues… Where I can see God walking Where people bleed internally Where hearts gasp as their feet gives from beneath them RunningRunningRunning where walking was… more prudent for fear of falling I walk in silence observing a world I question A world that questions Whether God still walks like garden strolls in Eden In the clear of day In synagogues on playgrounds near bus stops up in attic rooms inside churches at weddings along sidewalks amidst traffic jams atop thirteen story project building under rocks in mosques and schools and crackhouses and motels and alleys and airplanes and beaches where God’s footprints are not in the sand but maybe they are in the mud slipping down eroding slopes in Costa Rica and Madagascar where people still eat or dancing with little feet in Haiti and Somalia where children still sing or standing next to bent knees in the Congo where women still pray walking the Gaza strip where people still hope or maybe God’s footprints lay unmarked unmemorialized by receded waters in Lousiana and Thailand where people still live still gather memories footprints walking like thunder under the noise of sirens and gunfire and bombs and earthquakes and falling buildings and tidal waves rushing and the call of seagulls in the Gulf searching for their kin or the silence of hungry bellies hanging bodies pierced sides that scream louder than our minds can bear footprints stepping where God is unseen where there is no quiet around where ears have become deaf to the sound of God walking it is there, where we say where is God that God still breathes still walks asking where are we… .

D. Colin Source