Time for the sadness to find an end
Time for the hateful words to hush
Time for the wounded to find a balm
Time for universal love to blush

Time to find abandoned paths
And travel on them once again
Time to lend a helping hand
And plant new courage deep within

Time to act when there’s a need
To be the person who steps out
To bridge the rivers yawning wide
With cataracts of fear and doubt.

Time for the star that glowed one night
O’er the hills of little Bethlehem
To work a magic in our souls
Eliminating “us and them”

Time to bathe in gentleness
And soak in honesty
Time to set the world alight
With all the things that ought to be.
ljm

I like to read
A book, a room, a view
The Notecard Quartet
To do the best that I can do

The historical Jesus is mostly unknown
Maybe unknowable
But certainly not born on December 25th
Christmas is mythological

Eliade in Chicago
Tolkien in Oxford
Jung in Geneva  
Coleridge in Xanadu

Bipolar leads to poetry
Life is suffering
Hospitals are boring
Flights from the pathological

           Astrobiology?

Melancholy
That’s one word for how I feel
Lost,
but peacefully
Drifting in between

My life is a tranquil pond
My lovers are lilies
Soft and fragrantly blooming—

I am adrift
A heady canoe, oarless
Without a passenger
I am a vessel for the life within me

And I digress
For all life is is a series of digressions
Slipping clumsy from next to next
Sending ripples through a pond
“Disturbing” a peace we will never know
we have always been a part of

I am adrift
In between
In the gaps where life exists

So ambivalent about Chicago
Neocons
Same as the Old Cons
Lady of the Lake

Only free in dreams
I play for my teams
Plato
Cakes to bake

Plato
The Cleveland Guardians
So many American racists
Windows shake

Little poems
Short stories
Lonely life
Yo espero not a mistake

               1987
            Heartbreak!