The rock speaks!  Big mistake
Everybody knows rocks knows
Nothing so have nothing to say
If they did speak it would be  a

Miracle like God speaking thru
Em.  but people would still doubt
And those that belived would be
Asking for stuff and when nothing
Happened would be laughed at
So I don't think rocks speak But
What I am trying to get at is
I am not a know it all but am some-
Times accused of being one for the
Reason of speaking authoritatively:
That there is so much I don't know-
I suppose if I could be a little less
Certain-Well perhaps the rock knows
Nothing cause there is nothing  known
And being savy it know it's smart to
Keep silent like God mostly does cept
When he speaks to the saints and such
Probably we should all imitate the rock
So humble and yet so proud that it may-
Be  itknows nothing and maybe knows all
Never betraying its glory even to itself.
Well to quote were all equal here but some
Are more equal than others and I am here
Now just trying to tell you I an't one of
Them know it alls nor as humble as a rock
May the Lord save a middlin sinner like me
Who sometimes talks too much bout nothing.


Wthh Love
to  my
Sister Sue &        
My Daughter Elizabeth







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What is grief but a love of
Some yesterday that did
Not die a a natural death
That has been for thirty-
Forty-fifty years and more
Out there clear as a bell in
Another you that ne'r has
Departed but wait upon a
Tomorrow that does not
Come- that stays the same
Waiting for its part to play
That never comes...
While all about is not the
Same.  If we only knew the
Sorrows  time would bring
How we would have greeted
Life as the long missed lover
Such a joy would not be lost

What ever is made of  loss
It is not the equal thereof-
Who would not excahange
Even immortal words to Un-
Know the broken heart that
Insired them. The shattered
Dreams that were as bread
That do not mend but break
Again to ptoclaim their cost
As waves do break upon the
Shore saying forget  me not
.

Still there comes a time when
All stands in ghostly equipose
The empty stage late at night
Tells the oldest tale of all that
There is a peace that abideth in
The soul.  As one lying upon the
Earth looking up sees in the night
Sky that it is good- that in the starry
Heavens there is a place where the
Heart can rest after all's been done

I tried and tried to make my
Children understand-make my
Self clear but still they did not
Understand  They were on info-
Overload and I was too old to
Understand- so much on them.
Made me a little crazy mostly
Protest and just to be let alone-
A reaction to the way they said
The world is -so must be obeyed.  

Doctors  were called in and I was
Diagrosed: Early onset senescence
Senility.  Now no one is to blame
Everything is still the same- but  is
Just a mystery and cannot be cured

That we no longer love enough or the
Time to give  to the old folks at home
Never wanted to be a burden anyway
Plenty of immigrants glad to do it.
The children thank the care givers hold
Them to the standard of the holy good
Course its not so but makes them feel
Better about themselves.  We are all vested
In our delusions.  Have you heard the one
About hell being filled with execrem,ment and
There is a hmingm sound but when yout close
Enough you will hear the words: No waves...
Please do not make waves were in this stuff
Up tp our chins and you must not make waves.

When things end too soon
Before you are ready-
You learn their true value
Count them your greatest
Treasures-How much they
Meant to you by their loss
By this measure I  have been
Rich though I rarely knew it

I live now mostly with memories
Of those I loved. the colorful friends
And those belonging to scenes and
Places I passed  so swiftly thru but
Still in their echoes call...
Do I wish they were all with me now

No life needs time and space; another
Life time would be needed, then  again
Another after that.  No if I could ask it
Would be that soon we could visit again
Like when you go to school know you will
See your parents for supper so do not miss-
That we could always visit for a while and
Would soon-be dropping in to talk a bit of
The past and what is new--an I love you and
Aways will Don"t be a stranger now See
You soon  Your always welcome ya hear
Does that seem too much to ask of God
When memories  are  just not enough?
Its not too late late but  seems so long.

The most ancient and intransigent of
Sins-it doubles down on itself-is un-
Relenting in its perverseness deter-
Mined to prevail; gains its greatest
Strength from its opposition; in its
Persecution it is the defiant martyr
As Christ upon the cross  proclaims
Injustice is and in this world abides.
Indeed there is more  here more
Than a verisimilitude but an injustice
That it is and does prevail where Love
Has not.  Who are you who say it is not
I but thou who has transgressed.  Look
How your Love has saved me.  Love is
Not of this world.  Hated am I because
I have not conformed - Do you love the
Sinner but hate the sin.  I am one and
Both.  Let Love not be intimidated by
My inconsistency for then it is in vain
Nor tremble between right and wrong
What is love if cannot save a man like
Me.  Is it not pride that makes you say
Even Love cannot this do-See we are
A a lot alike  I and thou -who know it
Seems at times that Love has failed us
Love does- must comprehend this too
Then shall we know the end of our tears .

Hot hot hot
Oh stop complaining
It is rhe Summer of  Love
The earth is warm.
Know ye not that it is our
Sin that is burning, for  the
Very fuel of it Love is our sin
All  stolen treasure
You must give back.  Your
Beloved has charged you with
Imperfection which first you
Charged   You must make up
Make it right Love deserves no
Less- so you give and give again
Till all your dark sin be cleared
Your beloved restored of doubts
Her perfection not taken from her
She sees  it  is charity of your eyes
Till in fusion the two be one in love