No Further Contact

Say no to love and love will let you have your way. Love will grieve and love will say, “Remember words you wrote upon the sand and let the tide erase,” but if you choose to work at life and forbid play, love will remind you what the Bible says, “Cut off your hand, gouge out your eye if they offend you.” Only be sure they do or you mutilate what love itself created. If you choose tidy love and immaculate conception, love will say no to its own emasculation. ♥

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Robin Song

We’ll get it right eventually. You sing homeless and destitute, bereft of any pillow for your head, throat open to the sky and no assurance of a mate, but you sing and so do I. You go to no war, affiliate no politics, have nothing against sparrows or starlings though they fly in the same sky and you sing, sing, sing the jazz of life and my fine feathered friend, so do I. ♥

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You’re Safe

There are so many beautiful sounds in the night. There are so many lights in the darkness. So much love fits into the universe of which the universe is only a part. Yes we are dust and to dust we shall return, but we are for now alive and life is the dust of love. ♥

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Door of Life

The door to my office is a door of life. It opens for me because it is never locked. I open it and close it at will. Today as I reach out and open it again I step into a different world. Macaws cry piercing the tepid air with their shrill screams of indignation at my presence leading an expedition fighting our way back from the torrid zones of discovering the world’s largest diamond embedded in the jagged rocks of Optimisto Thule, pulsing volcano of legend, never conquered by any soul alive to tell the tale. Return is problematic. My men fear. The porters descend to mere hysteria, but I am sure, the words of my mother’s favorite poem etched upon my heart, ‘I am the master of my fate,’ quoth she. Yesterday we sailed for Cowabonga on the tide, headed home a hold full of spices, silks and statuary, the […]

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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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Broken Arrow

The enemy has overrun my position. I am surrounded. There is no escape. There is no retreat. They outnumber me. You have my coordinates. They are the enemy. They come to destroy me. They are intent upon my annihilation. Do not let them win. Disregard my own safety. Make your strike. Unleash the power at your disposal. Drop it on me. Only remember this. You gave me the victory, the victory, the victory. ♥

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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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