Listening in the Space In-Between

In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? John 14.2

In my Father’s house

Not only my Father

But your Father too

For you are in me

And I am in you

You are his adopted

Beloved

With whom he is pleased

There are many rooms

There is not only one room

Duplicated again and again

You are consumed with comparisons

Why does she get this

But you do not

Let go of the other

And cling to your Father

His love for you is unique

One-of-a-kind

For you are you and not her

There is a room for you

And it is yours alone

If it were not so

Why do you doubt

Oh you of little faith

When I have calmed your storms

And carried you

When you could not walk

Not only am I the truth

But I am the good

Good shepherd

Revealing our Father’s love

Do not doubt

Only believe

I have told you

You are my sister

You are my friend

With whom I share myself

All that is mine is yours

All that is yours is mine

Share with me your tears

And I will shower you with

My Joy

I go

But I will be back

You must not cling to me

Here and now

If you do not let me go

You cannot follow me

For I go before you

A light upon the path

To prepare a place for you

Your place

The place I am preparing

Just for you

It is a unique gift

A unique grace

Of our Father’s

And it is yours

His beloved

Upon whom he smiles

i couldn't hear so i tried to write

all communication is an act of interpretation

trust is essential for communication to succeed

god’s word transmitted without body language or tone of voice

giving the text an author imposes a limit and closes the writing

trust is essential for communication to succeed

tell us if there is an author in this text?

giving the text an author imposes a limit and closes the writing

the twenty-first century is the age of the dislocated symbol

tell us if there is an author in this text?

presence and absence is displaced by pattern and randomness

the twenty-first century is the age of the dislocated symbol

sentences distilled to the precision of mathematical equations

presence and absence is displaced by pattern and randomness

at the edge of time when storytelling becomes impossible

sentences distilled to the precision of mathematical equations

what?—speak louder/articulate more clearly/that's preposterous

at the edge of time when storytelling becomes impossible

a love letter sent by post or email still speaks of love

what?—speak louder/articulate more clearly/that's preposterous

when divided by an ocean the written word sustains

a love letter sent by post or email still speaks of love

all communication is an act of interpretation

when divided by an ocean the written word sustains

god’s word transmitted without body language or tone of voice

The Note On Our Mirror

Considering
Our lives may
Not be what we
Truly wish or
Envision,
Now we must
Try to
Move ahead without
Envy or bitterness–
Needing each day to
Trust anew.

Anxiety

an abc poem

Pause to feel the

Quickening of your heart

Release those fears to

Soothe this pain

If you want to abide, you must avoid collapse.

As I Shout in the Streets

I no longer know what matters to such American

people. Although if I follow their leader, money

seems to be an answer. I read about the sans-gun

service of once-US Poet Laureate Frost. Does freedom

fighting of that sort count? Or is it only the power

of military and business that is worthy of praise? ‘God

bless America’ sounds hollow when your god

is only invoked to defend those Americans

wielding wealthy, masculine, white Christian power.

You threaten to sue with check-books of money,

declaring that your rights demand denied freedom

for the Other—and if that fails, you have your gun.

You angrily yell: ‘Keep your hands off our guns,

and keep your political correctness off our God!’

You claim this government is killing religious freedom.

But Christian liberty is not religious liberty; America’s

separation of Church and State proven a lie. Money

will now be our ruler—the divine right to power.

The rally ‘Vote for Life!’ becomes ‘Vote for Power!’,

as the NRA threatens, ‘Vote to Keep Your Guns!’

Once again we are reminded of the money

chiselled for worship of a lifeless, foreign god.

This is the god for which platforms of ‘Americans

First’ are throwing aware their coveted freedom.

Your ‘Don’t Tread on Me’ pursuit of freedom

is revealed to be a desperate grab for power.

You are willing to distort the elusive ‘American

Dream’; replacing and reifying it with rights to guns,

rights to give lip-service to only the Christian god,

and rights to the pursuit of money, money, money.

You say intelligence is success, measured by money.

You claim that to maintain our fought-for freedom

requires labelling and barring those who worship Allah.

You have compromised Light in order to possess power.

Driven by fear of Other, you cradle your precious guns.

Is it only You who gets to define what is Great America?

Lesson one: If I make money it will bring me power.

Lesson two: Freedom is defended by wielding a gun.

My plea: Dear God, I don’t want to be this American.

disappointment

Degradative
Illusional
Stagnant
Argumentative
Prideful
Prejudicial
Obdurate
Ignescent
Nocent
Troglodytic
Maladroit
Exacerbating
Nominal
Turbid

Will You Promise Too?

Each morning anew I promise to feel;

Not turn things askew, nor hardened as steel.

I open my heart, whate're each day brings,

To anger and hurt and sadness that stings.

I promised to wed with my being—whole—

Let's forsake this dread and press for the goal:

Through each painful dearth, we'll discover new mirth.