Evertheless

Filled with the Holy Spirit we are enraptured,
We watch time with a watch, and we forget that
We cannot capture the time that has us captured...
Filled with manna, filled with money, the basket
Is passed from short hand to long hand (abandoned)
Floating as if on a river, Moses in a blanket.
Take up a collection for collective protection
Bargain for a piece, a part, a slice of peace...
How do you reach a cold heart?
How do you breach the bitter surface?
(Does it just take luck?)
How do you start?
Stab the ice and break it up.
But sometimes the better part of valor
Is a perilous predilection...discretion.
"Oh, what fools these mortals be!"
A wish so bold and strong (like a cold dream)
Rings through with truth and ardor.
The only blue is in my eyes and the sky
God is greedy with His colors.
What is white and hides
Beside the sky?
A clever cloud hovers low along the horizon.

If she wants to leave you, let her.
Do not wonder, "Where is the third wish...
the one that I can use to make it all better...?"

The mind is a terrible thing and tragic
Ending in resistance, distance, and violence.
What we don't understand we call magic;
What we think we do know we call science.
We polish the onyx of our knowledge:
Dust and small chips look black and sick.
At the edge we almost fall
Then run back quick.
We call magic.

To the Father, the farmer, and the fisher
And some angels, prayer is just a rumor
Wishes turned against the wisher
By a god with a wicked sense of humor.
But my God is the God of love:
The Maker of Earth and Heaven
Has made us wander and wonder, made us late,
Too late to escape from the fear, the pain...
We fly to the future on the tracks of fate
Our lot in life is a boxcar on a train.
The train moves faster and faster
We try to crank our lives up to an eleven
Serving the pain that is not our master.

God has given me healing, love, and a friend:
As the river of blood flows past him past her...
The river reaches the mouth of a lake and blends
With the homes of mermaids, divers, dancers.
We only start to live if love finds us when
We are bare and bend, a delicate disaster.
From wide windows we see golden streets and a glen,
Green skies hold silver linings that were
Once clouds full, white, and wet.
There you are, God's Princess in a grass skirt...
We hold each other, kiss, whisper, then listen;
There are no more questions, only answers,
And there is no wind, only rain in heaven.

3.27.2006