The Way to there-
Were on it.
If we only knew
Perhaps we do

Love and pain
Pain in Love is
Is here and there
And all  along it is
The Way...

Wonderful strange bizarre things can
And really do happen- that cannot be
Explained except  they are personal-
They are for you- know who you ar.e
You are not anonymous but a stranger
In a strange land  wandering but not
Unknown  All cries out to you and then
Disappears behind a veil....I believe it
Has or will happen to us all  It is not the
Revelation of the Kingdom of God that
I speak but of a small ordinary events
That are irrefutably irrational as if the
Radio interrupted its program to speak
To you  about a distant event  from your
Childhood that no .one but your friend
Long departed knew of.  It is not a great
Important event -not a great revelation as
Things go  but important- that it is known at
All and is on the radio means that all your
Ideas of truth that are-the foundation walls
Of your reality are no longer really sound;

The ruins of the old church are beautiful to  our
Soul allowing us there to contemplate-more- to
Experience, the most wondrous gifts-that God
Truly knows us and however improbable it may
Seem actually Loves us enough to make us His
Children-to live  with Him forever in His place
What we believed in the the old reality we could
Know but now that world is not all powerful  and
We know if but for a moment that truly now we
See darkly thru a veil what then face to face

Sublime aspiration known suddenly
In falling.  Falling is easy; getting up
Can take effort-One says I will walk
And be content but temptation defies
Reason.   Eros will have its way you=
Sisyphus falls once again for the joy -
That does not last -It is so easy to fall
So hard to get up.  It is human to err...
But still we must grow up where to fly
We must fall; and Love have its  Way
Till the end that still we are children


Sweet bird of youth bird thou never wert...

In the sunshine prayer seems to
Go against the grain-but when:
The fear of being deserted in the
end come in the  dawn dreams of
A harsh light beating down with
Judgements just-there is a prayer
Of mine that yearns for dark clouds
In which to hide my loneliness.  Let
It  rain I say that I may pray hidden
Here with  you  who can hear my heart
Knowing it is not just light but Thy
Tears  merciful  that are my need .For
Is there not kindness in the storm that
Sets aside earthly judgements.while
Yet there is time to hear the prayers
Of the broken hearted-Let it rain for
Lovers everywhere there is still time
If God is good we shall meet again.