We all
Have
Much deeper
Things to say
To one another
Than can be spoken
Today; still we pronounce
What can be said
Between us,
Until the whole
Sentence is
Eventually formed by faith
In that space
Of attempted
Silence
Which hourly
Passes between
Us.

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In the dream
God would throw me objects
To juggle. Sometimes, they were
Just too much (kitchen sink, a puppy, a huge log), but
I kept catching them
And throwing them upwards.
Eventually He had Grace
And partially suspended gravity
So I could juggle
In slow motion
And experience the unbearable lightness of being…that is,
Until I felt
Accomplished enough
To at least
Entertain my own angels.

//
I made barbecue sauce today
The honey made it happier
That is, glad to be itself
Finally and shared with the world.

I’m sure God feels the same!

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I wear lots of wrist watches
Started when I was young
I’m not trying to escape time
Just want to keep an eye on it
As I pass through. I mean my
Friends are all over the world
So having different moments than me.
I like to think of what part of day they are inside of
Encountering, as I meet our Father Time in mine.

//
Paris bridge
Man going to jump
Only art supplies
And a bible
In my pockets.
That, strangely
Seemed to have been
Enough. We exchanged names
And are friends to this day.

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Meeting famous people-
Easy, if you see all people
As already immortal. Stardom here,
Is just a redundancy.

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A Rhine of orange peel
In my honey today
Taught me Awe of zest again.

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Why people chose
To mow in the heat of afternoon
Is a mystery of suffering to me.
But so is, the fact that it bothers me
So much.

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As a kid in church:
Church steeples, how
A woman’s body moves when listening to heaven in prayer,
A wafer
A quake
And candy
During visitor’s welcome;
Not to mention rolling under pews
To try to get towards whatever
The preacher was really saying
To us all.
The sound of turning pages
And clinking of communion glasses
And the thought of lunch
Kept me seeking
And rolling on.