a cracked clay cup glued with love
filled with words poured out
. . . never empty becoming the holy grail
transparent infused within one another
we are in communion with one another when we are real each of us realized in all our fears and loves
i am what i am as i am becoming for the love of others never unconscious those who passed before me not yet my time to disappear leaving words that will at death disappear in the dumpster of time carted away to disintegrate with all the trash nothing is lost in love or god.
he was my guitar teacher classical beaten to death passing out Christian tracts in times square subway station or so i've been told. he was my son the best of me born and he died slowly drowning in his blood. she was my daughter brainless yet remembering her clasp of my forefinger in her tiny hand long remembered her death alone in custodial care and ashes buried near the root of a rose bush alone yet with me now
at that all the sorrows and grief we all are singular unique gifts to one another always remembered of god
for friends and coworkers all we are witnesses to the changing of time for change is all there is of time that is constant and we but witnesses of it and some subsumed and some learn to adapt breathing pure water instead of air
an article of friendship defined or distilled from the heady communion wine of the last 24 hours she described in detail her feelings and experience of the procedure to determine if her breast were to be further invaded tumors there and i a dervish twirling inside did present her the analytical facet saying at least this or that hadn't occurred yet while Janus the joker wept in terror that i'd lose her if not now when? & of now the tears creep down my cheeks knowing that all live ends in God but God remains the creator of us
at peace and trust i am at rest in my unknowing blest knowing god good better best
120825 05:57 chalice
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