Waiting - Beau Beausoleil

[Larry Robinson]

Waiting 

The best way 
to talk to God
is through those 
sleeping 
on the bus

Be they drunk
or derelict
or coming home
from work
or shopping

so dead tired 
that their bones
open easily
to heaven

Those who 
sleep on 
the bus 
are the 
swiftest 
couriers 
of prayers

I find myself  
on the same bus 
with them
on many 
nights

and 
write a 
note

on the 
rhythm of 
the bus 
starting 
and stopping

turning my breath
at each corner 

It is always 
the same
note to 
God

I write

These days 
bleed
through
my tongue
and pen

I want to 
 risk
 my faith
 with you

 I want to ask 
only one thing

for you to stop 
carrying 
the torn bodies
of children
past me

Please 
let this end

I don't seek 
your blessing 
or tears

or any easy way
out of here

My hands
are empty
and barren
as I write

Just let this end



BeauWaiting 

The best way 
to talk to God
is through those 
sleeping 
on the bus

Be they drunk
or derelict
or coming home
from work
or shopping

so dead tired 
that their bones
open easily
to heaven

Those who 
sleep on 
the bus 
are the 
swiftest 
couriers 
of prayers

I find myself  
on the same bus 
with them
on many 
nights

and 
write a 
note

on the 
rhythm of 
the bus 
starting 
and stopping

turning my breath
at each corner 

It is always 
the same
note to 
God

I write

These days 
bleed
through
my tongue
and pen

I want to 
 risk
 my faith
 with you

 I want to ask 
only one thing

for you to stop 
carrying 
the torn bodies
of children
past me

Please 
let this end

I don't seek 
your blessing 
or tears

or any easy way
out of here

My hands
are empty
and barren
as I write

Just let this end



	- Beau Beausoleil