Dear woods forgive me for hurrying on
I would stay to know your blessed peace
But I must way; I am not ready now to
Stop and gaze and be gratified. be and be
I must away. Why?  Because I am not yet
Ready to accept things as they are  To let
Be what will ne.  I would return if God
Permits.  If I can but cannot linger now
But must find out if there is something
More Imust dp; that must be done to be
Saved.  God give me rest.  Save my soul
From ever hurrying on to an  unquiet end

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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falli

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