God Bless God, who does? We do, the audience.

091224 06:12
It is such a sweet and simple thing to do. To listen to ourselves at some point later on. And recognize ourselves in prayer. Then accept the gifts we gave ourselves, throughout all our lives. Our prayers answered.
I will take communion, where I believed myself unwelcome, formerly. This coming blessed night . . . but, then to me, and oft times for me, especially, all nights are welcome now.
To, for and in God, time is irrelevant to the extent that I need no longer worry about the inevitable death of myself, or, our world.
I’ve taught others, when allowed, to see-what-you-are-looking-at. Then without understanding that which I see now in the simple process of brushing my teeth. Last night before crashing into slumber, I laughed, never derision but joy, in completion.
I do have a theology.
We all do.
Lacking formal recognition, until some random, rogue, moment; elephants dancing in tutus, tells us, its fulfillment.
Metaphors and similes, coupled with parables, et etcetera, swirl through me, like the onrushing flood tide.
There is a time to be stoically silent, with neither a yea--or nay, to lift the moment of tragedy lofted to the Author of All Things, speechless, knowing ourselves overrun and bearing the full weight of death this moment. Our tears flowing over the body of the girl/boy we loved. Women are better at crying inside since it seems acculturated & expected of them from beginning to end, at birth, unto heaven, whence they go, blessed by their sex.
At other times, a ‘no’ is required, to fight to the death, to save self and the criminal who may, or may not, perhaps abuse us further, yet well remember the moment of confusion and refusal of limp submission.
Fight or flight or stand and receive is a choice, the metal, meet or woe of the self. For you it may be terror, intrusion, violation, aggression gone psychotic--unwelcome. To hang from a tree suffocated, strange fruit body blackened by fire. Have courage my child--my friend for in this brief moment of pain God will be seen soon. So cry not too long.
I pray that when my moment of transition comes I will have the courage of my conviction and teaching to so remain calm and grant forgiveness those who chose to destroy me.
Last night, until this moment, and all moments to come, I knew that my ideal had been answered; the Baby Jesus resurrected from sacrifice seen in all souls; actual, or nascent.
God Bless God, who does? We do, the audience.