That seems obvious enough
But drink deep from the well-
The water sweet and clear tells
Of The goodness of the source
Divine is forgiveness without
Knowing the crime it speaks to
The world  its Innocence. Who
Drinks and knows should drink
Again for the evil is not revealed
It is may be healthy to admit a
Possibility of sin that requires us
To Thirst but not a necessity only
An option-Could be  just a love of the
Living waters from the eternal springs
That bids us drink to drink deep  Can
It be so wrong to be skeptical of evil
Let the good and the truth be one that
The Lord may
Keep His promises
To us
      ------------------------------
Has hating evil never forgetting-
ever made us kinder?
Better there be lies than  lies be true.
(not to say i  am  always wise enough
To know the difference} " Where was I"
He asks me" When  I made the Leviathan?"
That I knew not I said was why I spoke as I did.
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Who would win at love
Cannot play the game
Must lose to whom
He loves.  To your heart
Be true though no in kind
Oh proud hearts know that
Humility comes to all and
Friendship is the reward of
Time.  Therefore quiet your
Heart that you may pass thru
The magic doors with the  least
Resistance till thy Inheritance is
The journey heavenward  made no
longer needs to the fuel of passion
When love is  here and not another
Place where we we must needs go
Glad Friend All.  All shunned alike

Heaven is everywhere;  Shines
Brighter in the darkest places
Where much has been lost there
Is hidden treasure.  Knowledge
Comes that loss is not a crime-
Nor a punishment  for one but
Holly sacrifice to save one' soul
There are gifts that come with that:
Charity springs as if from the ground
That the more favored know not of -
Thinking that all is the result of a lack
Of merit  Oh-the shame; the degradation
But there is another explanation.  These
Are a brave people on a pilgrimage to
Beyond the settled places-to the frontiers
Of  civilization to another and geater truth
Many are called but few are ready to be
Begar -travelers to the unknown  They are
Seekers of the other side in the company of
The sick, the very old and the dying.  They
Known more than most that God will not
Desert them at the cross.  Know this from
Experience others have not yet had-that to
Us seems great courage or foolishness-The
Foolishness of God is better than the wisdom
Of man so it says in  Proverbs,  Even when
Christ cried  out Father! Father why hast thou
Forsaken me?  I believe even there there is
Hidden charity-the pain of being born and
Crying at first light is all our story.  Amen

All's well that ends well
We fail a hundred times
Blame it on each other
Yet each time I get up
It's because I believe
All's Well that ends well
I will believe it to the end
That it will be the Truth then
Either way if
I live and die believing it
I lived  the best life had to
Offer. The hope that Love
Will be the victor here and
In the Hereafter.  Who cannot
Say with me- my God - God of
Love Let it be Let it be. Let ...
Thy will that is done-though a
Hundred times  and more I
Tried  and failed to make it so -
An if  I die and if I wake I will
Rise because
All is wells well that ends well
And only Love that can make it so                


Make it so.  In all that passes  
Let there be at the end  Love
As a little child I  came to Love
As a little child I have. loved.
Have a little child Loved
There"s a grief yet if I wake  
I'll Rise because I believe
All that's been can be redeemed
It is a better dream than mine yet
It is my Father's gift,. My child
At the end  of life   ts Love only
Only Love -can it  be that it Is

Is and all the difference makes










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For my mom who told me at the end
of her life she prayed before bed her
childhood prayer:  Now I lay me down
To sleep; I.f I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord  my soul to take.

In the terrible shadow
We made love; it was
Always our right but
Only now claimed as
Morality was disbarred
To ram the enemy's wall
Someday it would return
Proclaiming peace is re-
Stored.  Now peaceniks
beware your day is done.
Seems like only yesterday
It was them or us.  Time...

















Hidden charity

We are made by love
In love: tp love but so
Often our execution  is
Well alas not up to *****
Love forgives its child.
We all fall down but deep
Inside we hear the call to
Rise -guiltless that we fell
Because love is clement-. .
Love kind ;gives us time
Asks again for our love
To try again to make it
Wonderful as good as the
Pure cold water does  our
Thirst.  Can you think of
A better way to pass  the
Time than to let love have
Its way with us in June?

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.

In these hallowed halls silence echoes
Saying  am that which is not that else
May be heard.  Time is the child of the
Timeless; the void is the womb of form.
I am different from the others the hallower
Of  souls; and the faithful companion of
All who are alone and craving not to be.

All unconscious in our time
We loved what we knew not
Love is love and in its fullness
Knows not itself for that we need
Art and memory but in our time
All we had was the moment and
If we only knew how precious it
Was we could not have loved it
More; we would have loved it less
That  is what makes it so poignant.
We pass thru time in a sleep.  We
Do not see its passing until it is no
Longer but is changed into another
Time. Our time is particular and a
Peculiar dream.  Quaint our lives
Now seem. The music, the town.
The neighborhood. the people we
Knew. the people we were.  We pass
into another  time unaware.  Remember
The penny candy store. An old man. the
Single glass counter in one small room
In an old wooden building all long gone
Seems like only yesterday I used to stop
In there on the way home from elementary
School but it was long ago and all is changed
Now is a mystery and we still love it more
Than we can ever know in the magic moment.
Those Amber times seen thru the dusty glass

Cry with me a little my friend for times gone
You were innocent then and did not know it
And   will be again when  you wake from this
Long dream  it will be true that it too was loved
By you and  that you too were loved. in the gold
Of His memory  Held  in the psalms of His hands

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own
depth until the hour of separation,"  Kahlil Gibran
The Prophet

"You paved paradise and put up a parking lot
You don't know what you've got till its gone..."
Joni Mitchell Blue Album

In silence all do hear your eternal presence
All language is articulate- because of you is
Manifest.  When there was only time and
Silence one listened to the other and both
Were one and varied and all was always
Beginning and without memory still heard
.

When other songs are done it is to your voice
Alone rhat I will listen to:  to know eternity

I was in the stately pleasure dome
To be there.  To be there now-The
Timeless present so eternal so divine
Full of peace I saw the blood red river
Run,  I asked not i'ts meaning to know
But only to appreciate the unfolding
Vision.  Then I woke to  hear my child
Crying bleeding slain by some intruder
That    i could have stopped had  not I
Been enthralled by the guru smoke who
Said: Be there Be there now I am  there
There Is no other there is only  now....
This did not really happen but I knew it
Could.  This is the fear I can not shake
That buried deep in this most peaceful dream
Is hidden Envy the evil stranger who come to
**** all I love So I must wake for love's sake
Before  it is too  late and from this bad
Dream there is no escape like now seems
To sleep perchance to dream but aye there's
The rub and much there is I would't were not
But a dream love would call me from again
This dream I am having that my love love's
Me not So long its been it could be truth
That the stranger really came and took my
Love away from me because it was too late.


" of magic doors there is this that you do not
see them even as you are passing  through..."
                                                        Unknown

2/19

Harden not  your heart
You cannot harden it when
You are crying.  Cry a little
For yourself and for me too
It is better we care enough
For Love that  it should not
Die.  The love we had before
Can be ours again -the liquor
Aged is sweeter still. from our
Time apart.  Arise my chi  Drink
The aqua vit. the living waters
We shall drink to our love  that is
Sweeter than wine as life is to  one
Who is newly risen from the grave
Thanks be to God my child lives
He is the risen Lord the Christ who
Did this. I will joyful sing his praises
Forever more and for all who ask  Him  
In Prayer from to let  their love live
Forever He will say: Arise my child. And
it shall be done to all who call upon Him
Come to me all ye broken hearted.  Fly
To me bird with broken wing He say:
Sing to me with Faith and Hope and with
Your tears I will hear your song who cannot
Sing and it shall be done unto you as you
Have done unto me  It is I who in you lives.
-

Days
When you cannot find a friend
half is= make do as one but  it is
Not the same nor am I.  It is not
That you have tested the  tensile
Strength and now know the breaking
Point but that once our hearts danced
In the sun and  considered it not.
I remember the day I asked my father
How it was he had so many friends?  
Said it was not so that in life one has
Only a few.





Much  water has passed under the
Bridge since that day.
Unsaid was  that I like him would
Know and honor times long gone
I  gave more to the few I knew then
Than the many who came after. Still
Under the bridge the waters flows.  A
Reminder that there is an equality to
Now and then but also a difference too  
Not soon  to be forgotten but live on.
These are the days of our youth when
We had few friends and knew no better


For Ray





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I miss someone in Portland
I was there once leaving for
Berkeley having said a long
Unwished for goodbye- to one
I loved.  It was an inhospitable
Place-I recall a down town hotel
Called The Roxy Heart probably
Long gone.  It is cold and rainy
There in the Pacific Northwest
And I guess the people come to
Deserve it,  and really the one I
Miss lived elsewhere then and the
Places where I knew her best.  They
Say she is rich now but I don't know
About that only thatiss her and she  now .
Lives in the P C Northwest.  and  "Not
Even death changes us as much as life"


From Dickens {The Old Curiosity Shop}

I heard my love cry back to me what she
Could not on  this earth from heavenward
These fading words I heard:" I love you I
Love you always have and always will"
And as she passed beyond the surly bonds
Broke free from chains with which the the
The world claims the right to rule over all
Our earth.  I called to her my voice rising
On the summer air; I am coming.  Coming
Quickly, L   will not be left behind.  Sweeter
Is death than life without your love I said.
And faintly ever so faintly came her reply:
"Now you understand why I had to leave."
My lord I cried I am ready.  Where she goes
I will follow wherever my love leads me.
      Where thou got I will go

Yet Lord there is a better way and while there
Is still time I will still put my my trust in thee
That It  still can be on earth as it is in heaven
Let it be soon Lord I feel a bitter end is near
Is now not the time for your saving grace?  For
Your Charity to be poured out on our suffering?
To let your Salvation to cleanse us of our sins?



rity

The big Universe an't too important to me.
Sure its awesomely big-but how important
Is that? to you and me-I would venture no so
Much.  Like  Vegas it's grand  and awesome
But one gets sated pretty quick of astonishment
It works best when it not too commonplace. So
What really matters, well its being loved with
Enough to eat and not too much pain or heartbreak.
I am sure this is what matters most to  our God the
One who hears our prayers.  Now don't get me wrong
I think the moon and stars are wonderful not to leave
Out the sun but I love more The  Son- did I mention My
Daughter she is certainly worth two Universes to me.
As I was saying all that big stuff is the icing on the cake.

When for the world-the currency of
Gold and fashion love is denied and
The lover told go to hell I say it is to
Heaven you will be called.  In either
Case there is death and regret.  God
Will decide the kinder and which of
Us is compassionate.  Was it not He
Who said He would tear like paper the
Universe, earth and sky if love's truth
Not be told;and not in vain is it meant
Take it   to heart and deny not the one
Who loves you oh child of my heart
I would not even have death divide us.
But in heaven  our better angels.are.

O  imperfect lover put your love to
Work.  The burden is lite.  It is a bit
Of a campaign where to win is to lose
And to lose is to win.  Give it your best-
Knowing it is a matter of life and death
So be passionate.  For to love and be loved
Is the victory and when with love you are
Allied what greater power has there ever
On Earth or Heaven been.  You will plead
Innocent and will be innocent by the grace
Of God who knows all hearts are seeking
Him.  Seeking forgiveness knowing only
He who is able will answer the cry.  Say to
The heart broken : Come unto me, my child
Here where I am is love- your eternal home

I was one who loved you
However imperfectly and
Was always hoping for you
To love me back like when
You were little.  Hear me:
Harden not your heart-the
Time we have left is short
Comes quickly the end.  Lord
Let something of us be saved
Coming a new heaven and a
New earth with no remembrance
Of things past yet let our love
Not be lost but begin again
Say not in this have we failed

Icon of the times
Of all times.  Love
We hardly knew you
A rainbow flag raised
In time of war now a
Tie dyed remembrance
We knew it at the time-Knew
Full well that the time we
Called always would too soon
Be over.  That we were only  
Once upon a time and even
Now only famous long ago



For Fritz who was there

I am still changing;  learning the obvious-
The truth long believed but misunderstood
Because the circumstances from which it
Arises was yet unknown so the sentiment
Could not be spoken from the heart still
Untutored by time.  So much that we hear
That is bold strong and brave comes only
From the broken hearted; the meek seeking
Peace who have learned the vital lesson that
If you cannot love here on earth as it is in
Heaven; fearing to forgive but seek to avenge
For wrongs  wept for.  Calling for justice on the
Poor in spirit who have already suffered much
Subordinating love to worldly pride.Then it is
A better more loving judgement to be taken up
That from your higher post you may at last know
Mercy that is Love triumphant.  Your Lover will
Follow you who you would not leave me behind.
I Would be with you always where your Love  is
If it cannot be here then to the hereafter call me.
Yet it is not my choice it is you who would leave
Me unloved - Harden not your heart hear my cry

Death does part us not in the end
But in every choice to be apart...
Love denied more mighty grows:
Casts asunder the coffin crown of
The great deceiver prince pretender
Would be Preyer upon our souls. So
Now  we may again drink together
From the eternal spring that flows on
Beneath Love's Forever Bridge called
Forgiven we Forgive  We who never yet
Let death do us part  we are still here
In love by love's grace are still living
Who have gone to that far better place
Way over yonder I hear her calling me
She tells me Forever is our home to be
Over many rivers Forgiveness the Way

I close my eyes in prayer
I hear the wind whipping about
It is a winter day  in the South
I imagine snowy wastes about
I would meet if I went out but
They are real because there is
No one here or there I know
Is is cold aloneness that I am
The Season's Spirit seems to
Say: Ha thought you could get
Away.  See its not so easy even
In the deep South I will have my.
Say.  Was it Twain or Frost who
Said: My coldest Winter was one
Summer I spent in San Francisco
It is an appointment in Samara ; the
Spring of hope-the winter of despair


It was Twain
Title of John O'Hara's Book and Preface fable
**Dickens opening paragraph Tale of Two Cities
:

Forgetting is ever so much better than any
Sword or mournful requiem for slaying
Evil,  And there is much I would forget
But the sweet is so oft one right beside
Or fore and aft the  bitter of it's not easy
To do; as one calls to mind the other- So
Is quite perplexing and unpleasant long to
Contemplate upon -yielding little if any
Fruit.  Then I do not know how  I just do
Stop thinking about it, for a while anyway

Baby oh babies mine
My heart goes out  to you
You were not loved as you
Should have been.  A world
Of fears respects itself to no
End.  Heaven still must wait
Do we yet not understand?
What could have been  must
Be.  It is now too late for lies
Believed unconceived by the
Children of Genesis who from
Eden fled; barred themselves
By their own deceit that Love
Is not Love but chose instead
A wall  There upon it are the little
Cherubim we were afraid to love
Guarding  it.  There where the desires
Of every heart are still are pure is
Our Paradise We can see it burning
Quench it with your tears It is but
A conceit  When you claim to know
It is but your  conceit you  know


Repent. I say still our God hears
May hear us yet: Let the little children  
Come unto me  thus.saith the Lord

It seem like only yesterday
But then my heart skips a beat
And then I know
it's been a long and winding
Road and long long time ago
But still there time yet...
You could take a plane; I could
Catch the train.  Seem I almost
Can hear the whistle blow from
The Old Blue Moon Cafe So So
Long it seems to say -still we can
Catch up  Wooo Wooo Too Late
Again its not today we begin....

You've been busy I've been busy
We've been busy doing what?
Same old same old nothing new
Always thinking of ya such a lot
Of tears I have shed.  Can't stop
Crying now thinking I'll not see
You again now before I am die
Still wishing our love was never
Going to to end with us apart

Like a blue balloon that you let go of
One sunny day in San Francisco Up Up
And away it went fading into it's color
Fading out.  Your soul making its way
Alone took with it of my heart and It is
Now only mine in memories kept and
Fading; and I am blue. Still true blue.


For Elizabeth

The courage to be is in
Our hope that our love
Will prevail.  The One
That hears our sincere
Prayers that speaks our
Deepest truest need;.Has
The power of clemency
Make yield every heart
Or despair of it's own
This is the truth that we
Shall love one another
The One that saves us is
The One who spoke it: All
In their heart of hearts do
Know it.  Of such it comes:
The courage of our hope is
That we know  that in Love
We shall over come all in a
Joyful victory that is Love's
Reward; and that Love  is to
Us given who yearned to for
It. We wait now upon the Lord
In joyful hope for the fullness
His Coming-.Coming quickly

All the iron clad wisdom of man---
All the lessons learned out of sorrows
Unredeemable by time and history yet
Never by youth are learned  Still God
Laughs with them at their foolishness
Knowing all the while that He will be
Needed .  For Who  else is able  to make
Whole our 'brokenness of life's lessons
Oh ancient grief who can we turn to-
Sage advice cannot help; science does
Not have the remedy; natures laws are
Just but without their Master's words
Show not their  charity.  Ah it is the
God of all your yesterdays who knew
You  when and laughed with you then .
He is not their's  of this world  without
Love, who would hypocritically be judge
But ah again they too are still too young  
To know they are only playing the fool
Soon the game will be over and the
Lord shall hear his tears too  Oh most
Foolish God we will need you as long
As we live. Only you can understand; and  
Restore our lives to us from deepest sorrow
As Job was so shall we be for we also are innocent.
And must be made so again knowing ever more
How great iyour Love  so  is our joy magnified---

There are threads of contradiction; alternative
Voices cry and whisper protesting they are not
Heard and go to their unquiet grave still saying
They have rights too and should be allowed -by
The poet written. Why won't they just shut up;
Bawling infants, my own crying babes?  Because
They must be, coddled, rocked and sung to sleep
And so I tell them with truth that they are loved
That their needs are heard; their voices understood
Are woven into the strands that of every song -are
The silence,  the golden silence that makes visible
The Voice of Love that shall be heard forever more

It would be heaven to be near you again
If you loved me half as much as I love you
It is even now heaven to hope to know you
Again.  I have this sense now that we getting
Together.  Life is getting better just thinking
That you might love me half as much as I do
You. Its like a dream come alive after death
I will do what ever you desire and we will be
In  heaven allowed because it is you I love-
And I will not forget how long it has been so
Good will it be when next we are together -if
You love me half as much as I love you it will
Be soon enough if you will just agree an't love
  Grand  Just Too Wonderful for words.


With intentions true we have got time on
Our side and heaven- is in sight.  There is no
Hurry still I cannot wait.  I see two phantoms
In the gloom=It is us we two right now- we
Approach in the mist those golden gates on
High where we wiii be joined together Almost
I hear the angels sing and the trumpets announce
Love Love is is it not a wonderful thing?  Two that
Were parted- are still in love .
Where death is not known but the broken hearts are
Healed.  Of this day the angels sing:
                  


Glory Glory Glory to God in the highest
Glory Glory Hallelujah
For now and all the times still to come


Oh little    
flower
Does it
Seem I
Make too
Much of Love
Perhaps you would
Have me gayer
Give me
Time its just I have
Missed you so
Much



*French song"
Long Temp Que Je t'aime   Jamais Je non t"Oublerai

One door closes
Another door opens
You go in but you but
You
Can't get out

I've been there
I am still here
So is my daughter
So is Mark Twain
So are all I have loved
All whom have loved me
With God all things are\
Possible
When
One door closes
Another door opens

Only love in it's fullness...
Can caste out the grievances
Of the past; the anxieties about
The future.  All emptiness is prey
To unhappiness.  What can stop it?
Yet though we may know this-what
Good is this knowing?  Can we make
Love up; manufacture it; call it into
Being; find it in some desert place?
The seed of its being must already
Be in us,  The seed planted by our
Father and we must cherish  it as a
Gift given to the soil of  our soul.
Giving thanks for sun and rain in
Their proper measure; praying that
We are given the time to wait for
The ripening grain to be harvested in
The fullness of love. This tillage is our
Work from which we are given peace to
Rest.  To work and to rest  in faith and
In Hope we go forth learning patience
In the the contemplation of the now and
Rejoicing in the  fullness of the time
To come is our   life fearless= full of love.



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To  Love

Never never forever
But for a little while
now  we do love, can
Love and that is all our
Forever is and what for
I would give every other
Forever for. To now love
You a little more.  Forever
Is only how long I will miss
you when you are far away.

For my daughter
I Love you

Starting from the beginning there
Where we knew not with every step
We do make the map; and of these
Many maps do our story tell.  What
What then should we make of it?
Something mythic and beautiful-
Universal but particular-the legend.
Disguised in the every today. From
The unknowing to the Unknown-
Something wonderful to behold.
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There is this about famous people: we grow up
And it seems we have heard of them before
It is the same with love only more so as it seems
You have known Her always.  Of all that is
Famous She is the one without compare and
is greatest of all.  So it is woe extreme to lose
Her -to think she is gone forevef.  Death is sweet
To  living without hope-,with hope dying.  That
She know It is for her honor  I would gladly die
than live ever without Her-If Hope of Her is-
Is not to be is to be forever disappointed

Only if you can forget  who you are can
You live forever.  Knowing who you are
Is to know your inevitable mortality.So
Would you rather live forever or know
Who you are?  There is no easy answer
Who has not asked to live a little longer.
But it says in scripture: There shall be no re-
membrance of things past- (or yet to come)  
To let go of all you have known and love!
Out out brief candle- dying forever is  not a
Life as we would like it.  We say Jesus lives
Is he among us and does  He know He will
Be crucified or is He yet an immortal unknown
Perhaps a Christmas baby born to a stranger on
on this day like we all  once were? To Life; To...-

With a nod to Mark Twain who gave us "The Mysterious
Stranger"and a wonderful life.

The perfection of every love
Is never truly known until it's
Passing...And in the shadows
Of the past are the beginning of
Tomorrow-are our bower where
All our labors are  offered up as
as  the not articulate prayers of
The untutored child telling  of his
Wish that love be known at last
For then is our life at an end but
Why should knowing be to die?

The world,  My world ever stands
Before  my eyes a replacement for one
You; for a great longing for the Love I
Lost.  A love I cannot replace by any
Other.  But looking back seems I can
Remember so much beauty and I realize
Now that I was not looking into the void
At otherness but it was you I was seeing.
The many faces of your beauty were all
Your gift to me of love, a love unknown
In its greatness.  Unknown and never to
Kept but to be free. Yet even in its partings
Faithful to all it's  Promise.   Saying " soon you
Will know me again- who I am- as I say Adios
Again and again.  I am love and the one you
Love.  And I am love's unknown grandeur" Be-
Cause I always think I am looking for another
When I am  really still seeing you my love.

Oh such a pompous ruckus
Would not silence be better?
Sour grapes you say; maybe so
But A little quiet is all I ask.
A little wine?  well maybe just
A little.    How was it?  Good.
Maybe just a little more.  Now?
Good .  So no sour grapes?  I
Say sour grapes be ******. This
Is wine.  Let me have some more.
Good stuff this.  I think now I can
Hear  His song...His  Truth is Marching
On and i hear my soul Going with Him
And I will listen until ... stillness speaks
His  name...for there is no other I hear
And I shall make a joyful noise unto Him
Wherefore Now I am singing His Song
Is it not for His Glory that I am strong
I can hear I will Hear  I can sing I will
Sing a song that has no end to my Love

For Old  41. and the People of Navisota
who saw him pass on the train 12.6.2018

Spring 1960
Teotihuacan Mexico
Morning

"Originales Patron" It was the voice of a boy
Not yet ten. It was an empty  dry plane as
I remember almost featureless and barren
Except for the pyramids dusty in shadow
No one around except for he boy and us.
I said what do you mean: Originales"?  He
Said:"Hechsos yo mismo este manana."( I made
them myself this morning) without even a
Smile as he showed us the little clay figures.
They was not a pre columbian relics we were
Being offered for three pesos, about a quarter
We laughed but he was not joking.   They were
Truly rare, a remembrance of the heart of Mexico
A boy outside of an ancient and storied place
Place now abandoned telling the truth that
Mattered: I made them myself this morning.


For Francisco & His Family With Love