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Archive for March 13th, 2009

I have never seen

a thing as lovely as a tree

of

life

growing in the middle

of the garden of my insanity.

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Into the softness,

the idea of my innocence

stealthily crept, and made itself at home.

 

The hardness so long

a deterent was

replaced by busyness,

 

whose job it was

to distract from the truth

glowing in the depths of my being.

 

I am no longer

able to silence the light of holiness

for longer than an hour or so,

 

then the unreality of the ancient

joke of separation

is again exposed

 

and I soak in the knowing:

I am innocent

as is my brother.

 

And I remember

to laugh.

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She said my ego

had taken the equivalent

of stool softener.

 

Hers, she claimed, required

weapons of mass destruction

while mine would go

 

in a flurry of

coconut and sprinkles.

I am reminded

 

there is no order

of difficulties (or hardness)

in miracles.

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It matters not

what is happening

in front of my very eyes.

 

I can choose Heaven

to see and forgive,

loving without conditions

 

of mood or circumstance,

outcome or complettion,

right or wrong.

 

This is the piece

of peace I have

been missing.

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“Pop”

“They gave him a bunch of stuff

to relax his heart.”

 

To us they gave only hope.

Hope and prayer and sitting together.

 

Phonecalls and updates,

news without information.

 

We are here too,

in the waiting room.

 

Knowing only the finite

in the infinite probabilities

 

of life.

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In reality

there is

no waiting,

 

just the opportunity

to hear God

whispering in you ear;

 

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

 

Hot coffee

good book

no news.

 

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

 

Volunteer greeting

old magazines

the low jabber of tv news.

 

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

 

Settling in

no where to go

I am here.

 

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

 

Room to breathe

time to think

space to be.

 

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

 

All is well

in Love’s

waiting room.

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