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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Has my life become a prison?

Have I forgotten

what it (really) means to be (really) free?

To experience the helpless, trusting child,

who is somewhere deep inside of me;

the quiet place that is so scary alone and

totally dependent on some other,

naturally, automatically, like

the child and the animals and the saints;

unless one was orphaned early,

like the other brother,

never in love or

living too long in the world of the senses

phenomeno-logically;

eschato-logically naive and

onto-logically ignorant.

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Hold tight in the night to the rite of

holy communion with the mystery of

the dark and the light

from the side that is harder to see

than the life filled with the sight of

the people gathered together all around us 

in a site too far from the home

which is closer to Alone

in the ‘quiet of me’.

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There is something about getting lost in an order

greater than any that I can imagine,

like nature or the heavenly bodies or

work or death or a weather storm or

a spiritual family. Yes,

these are great and wonderful

by the moment or

by the hour or the day;

but when that rhythm

becomes a part of the consciousness,

such that each time it is experienced,

it is welcomed,

it is embraced and

it is remembered as

that for which the soul within

longs and there where I am

at once enchanted and saddened;

enchanted that it is mine for a moment;

saddened because that consciousness cannot stay,

except with some faith,

where I am re-assured

that it will be mine when

I am able and permitted to die to it,

such that Its peace can be present forever.

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No more Pax Romana!

No peace categorically!

This moment is meant

to be lived alone

and on its own

to be happy and free;

lived like a present,

with a sense of

Shalom only in

eternal community.

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