Is this a game I am playing myself?
A dream?  If so when shall I  wake?
Falling thru space and never landing
Fear becoming boring then it must-It
It will yield.  This too shall pass and I
Am not dead. Another dream perhaps?
Lord hear my prayer for better dreams
To come,,,and the best  lasr: Be Always
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So much wasteful -tedious
Much meaningless busyness
It's taking the peace I seek
Why not let it all go? You
Know you will in the end
Why wait?  It's not so easy
To say Adieu to all, that' is
Getting swamped going on

Slouching towards Bethleham
Or Jerusalem...I forget which
The morning and the evening
Star they are one.  Birth- Death
One.  Time is rhe mother of all
Change.  In time every healing
Comes and it is a wonder that
Cannot be remembered to  know
God's saving grace has blessed
Us again . All His promises:As in
Heaven we see His goodness here

For Time and Love
For my Mother and Father

The green leaves do no turn red and gold in
A single hour. So hope butts against the walls
That holds us within the walls of sickness but
They do not yield at once but only fall after all
Of our persistent efforts. Patience hope is kind  
Like Love says to the beloved until death do us
Part I will not leave thee in the prison of illness
I Wait upon  you with faith and I will be healed
Who gives us hope has created the eternal springs
Where in  I shall  yet drink of the healing waters
I remind myself it is easier and faster to fall down a
Hill and it  it is harder and more difficult to climb up.
Still our God calls us rise. Rise up to know His gifts























  

























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ey do not yield at once

Some day you may realize that if everything
you wished for were yours.  A beautiful home;
People to serve your every need; etc.etc but it All
Came with a perpetual trepidations of immanent
Death,   You would know that nothing would make
You content without the sense that this would be
yours for an indefinite time to come; that is the
Future, a promise that can be known now but not be
Realized now.  Keep the faith. Be hopeful and give
Thanks for what you have been given; and for all the
Days to come that may yet bring  you greater joy . ...

Father forgive us our erors as we forgive others

So much hss been lost.  But I am  
Surprized I am still whole-Behind
What certainly must be that final
Barrier: after which I will not be.as
I am. Without a defense what am I
Nothing?  But for now I am still me
.
Quiet now but every ready to defend
If I can against the beyond knowing
One who would not be atomized into
The universe of particles than know:
What?
No God.  No Self.  No Saving Grace
It is not faith I tam talking of but Life
Itself that must go on:  For Love' sake.

But then what do we know? They say:
The good die young.  Could it not be
That the good die old as well- taking
A bit longer to make the journey? If it
Be  the Will of God it must be obeyed.
Love will have its Way anyway.  Why do
I fear death.  If it be the end  and Gods
Will for Love sake why then  not let it be?
Give the molecules of the universe all that
Is their due.  A sleep profound from which
We may awaken to embrace again our life
Thy will Be done.  I go in peace.  Amen

Still  into the night Seeking the Morning light

How could this be  This awful reality
Falling into the fire  burning above and
Below me. a terrible reality from which
There was no escape but one.  it was not
To fight  but to sleep in the midst of it all
To sleep or burn  in a reality from which
There was no escape.  I dreamed I was
By the still water that ran so deep in my
Youth.   Could it be? How could it be?  I
Awoke.  Woke to the morning sun and
Knew not believe again all I thought true.
Knew if it  told me my life was  in pain over
Dead and never to return; all taken  from me
To sleep perchance to wake.  An easy choice
My burden was lite,  Only to let my self sleep
And wake born again giving thanks for my life
And All things made new I gave my love to all
Who sleep that they may in  newness wake again

It is not that I did not fight against the  dying of
the light but in my strength  I failed. but in the
end I found the way to understand the Master"
"My burden is lite...'And in that was the answer
"

With Thanks to Eliot and all my readers

We must explain the inexplicable
To cease being troubled: Puzzled
Rebury the evidence the only true
Evidence that there is Another Real
Another Place. Our only basis for hope
We deny  Another Place if it exists.  
We do this s that there be Peace in our
Time.  Let it be we say.  We do not
Know- Why let it trouble us now?
This other world if it truly is will be
Revealed , all in good time  What can
I do to hurry it up and if it's not so what!
Is the perfect the enemy of the good?
Better to let the evidence lie for now-
Let there be Peace in our time.

Peace in our time,,,But there comes  to
All a time when the fierce urgency of
Now takes precedence and we remember
That the sign we denieds were everywhere  
It then we cry out: " Oh Lord come, Come

Quickly Lord; We need you  now for the
End is near and what we made an idol real
Is can not sustain us now   Come Oh Lord