What moment am I escaping?

Which moment am I rushing toward?

What ship am I disembarking?

Which train am I climbing aboard?

Whatever it is, for the moment,

I am seeking my g-od and my lord.

But, no sweat, it will always be alone

unless you and I find a chord that is a part

of a metaphysical song which over all of us

has been graciously poured, like the blood of the Lamb;

like an enchanting word that will be for all of us

the way, the tao, the holy, the how, the zen,

the listening, the listening, the listening

for an eternal voice from some distant, silent shore.

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Am I asking for this dialogue that is unfolding in my head;

in the situations between the players both within and without my bed?

How about the dancing partners throughout the seasons to which I am wed?

In each case, I am being asked only to be patient, kind and grace-full.

I would be waste-full if I threw away any one of these given to me;

each one is the moment of my encounter with our Go-d G-od Eternity,

which I am asked to learn to appreciate so at the hour of death

I might see It again most clearly.

So, I embrace you all my loving consorts, albeit peripherally;

and I am forever the wanderer where I remain alone and

yours sincerely, prayerfully.

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Not worth it, the price of summer; too crazy

for the likes of my soul; the madness and

the mania of living there

has taken on the image of Sheol;

bodies separated from spirits and

spirits without bodies as well;

the pain and the suffering of the lot of us all,

the experience of Hades and Hell.

My word is seeking refuge in some salvation

more than the likes to which mortal flesh fell;

life everlasting in peaceful resignation

to the G-od with a design eternal;

light in the darkness,

reason-fed enchantment,

the message of Jesus, pray tell?

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