Missing Something

Stone cold bronze age
Man sits stone cold still
In clothes no ape would wear
Living inside his business suit
Even when alone.

His faceless head retains
the slivered brain of stone-cold
Men who wage the wars
And capitalize on capital
And Capitols.

There is no logic, no capacity
For reason or self-assessment,
Where air blows through the
Empty space a left brain
Might fill.

What’s left is all right and
would still feel and leap
For joy or bow with sadness
Had it not been turned to
Bronze or gold.

His fingers touch left to
Right and right to left
In prayerful hope for the
Missing mind and face, and
Heart of flesh.

– Gordon C. Stewart, May 10, 2013, Chaska, MN

“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.” – The promise for the bones in the Valley of the Bones (Ezekiel 36:26).