Time Peace

(Two O Clock) There I stand in the rain on the corner, wearing my wrist watch and looking down at it so often the reason is I wait for you. I don’t really want to know the time. I really don’t know what time it is even when I watch the watch. Even if I stood in front of one of those giant faces with hands four feet long I wouldn’t know and I wouldn’t care what time they told me had come to pass. I’d be waiting for you without you and with you I wouldn’t care what time had come I’d be waiting for you to come. Oh, what time is it anyway? ♥

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Wheels Within Wheels

Before I get started on all this I want to offer a few lines to those I’ve loved and those who may read these words. I have four wagon wheels to begin the work of rebuilding an old wooden wagon, completely ruined and gone to wreck in the back yard of this house. It is of no use whatsoever, but I have dreamed and now possess four massive wheels good for nothing else unless the dream persists. I have committed to the dream thus far. In recognition of the wheels and the dream, I must see it through. They will not move or be admired half so much for being here stored in safety, as they will be mounted on a fully resurrected wagon and for this I commit myself and them to God, for God is as much an antique notion gone to ruin in this age as wooden […]

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Thank You For Shopping

Next time you go to the grocery store, get down on your knees in one of the aisles and thank God. Don’t worry about missing church. You’ll find the Great Green Grocer somewhere between House Wares and Frozen Foods. Thank Him. Yes, life up your hands in praise for the selection and forty-five kinds of dog food. Say Hallelujah for the stock boy who asks you if there’s anything he can do, even if it’s just help you get up off your knees. Glory in the canned goods. Take every free sample they offer, from the humble hands of kind people with portions more generous than starvation wafers and sanctuary juice. Look over there at the vast array of beer, wine and liquor. Say, they even sell tobacco and cheap magazines by the check out. This is real theology. Have a candy bar brother and say there sister, can I […]

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Rebellion

My first act of rebellion is my love for You, Almighty God. I hereby declare my love for You against the world and all evidence to the contrary. There’s plenty. Its overwhelming, but I say nuts to all that and say again I love You. Let them wonder. The only question now remains, How shall I conduct my revolution? How shall I against all odds and Your infinite sense of humor accept the sword of my adversary in unconditional surrender? Shall I cut off the head for fun or just leave my enemy standing there in abject disbelief the rebel won? ♥

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Why

What I do I do for love. There has never been enough money. Often no money. Often there is risk. Often the perceived goal is so elusive, so at odds with the norm. I have no supervisor of my way but God who bids me on. I follow Him. He is invisible, but footsteps in the sand are His. The mawkish tale of being carried by Him is for those too weak to follow, leading Goodness and Mercy by the hand. What I do I do for love. I am glad of it. My motives never change. The only change is circumstance and those I despise as comic or unworthy of my tears, if only I believe, if only I remember what I do I do for love and do it. ♥

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Second Tango

Tangos are danced in threes. The first an introduction. The second an unspoken vocabulary. Shall we? ♥ Tango One Hundred Twenty Five Once I saw you I could not forget. Love is eternal, created in a moment as life itself and living over time, but unlike life of flesh and blood, this life is spirit and lives without fear of disappearance. Tango One Hundred Twenty Six Let him be the high altar. Let me be the nave. Let him be the main entrance. Let me be the door by which the penitent comes to sit at the back of the sanctuary and says, “Have mercy upon me, a sinner.” Let me be anything in the cathedral of your love. Let me enter the house of God. Tango One Hundred Twenty Seven My darling, let me hold you. Your soul is mine. Do not fear sharing it with God and the love of […]

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Turkey In The Straw

I heard the good humor truck today, the calliope of what it means to be happy. To be free, to be waiting with your nickel, even if it takes two bucks in this inflated world and buy an ice cream cone. Oh bliss, oh joy divine. Let theology go to hell and nations fall, come on, my treat. Tell him to wait. I’ll run in and get a dime. #

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Angel Unaware

You flew up there, day upon day, serving near to heaven. Now you serve down here, upon this earthly plain. Either way, you serve, remembering perhaps stars so near above and lights so far below like stars and like those who saw you pass, I too see a pair of wings. #

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Meteoric – 7

Light given by fleeting moments gives excitement, yet there is illumination which thrills because it lasts. Allow me to reflect on two and pardon the allusion: the beauty of your soul and my love for you. #

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Electricity

They told me never to stick my finger in a light socket. They warned me about invisible forces capable of doing me great harm. Then I saw you and the light went on. I got this idea. I stuck my finger in the socket and you turned me on. #

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