the silence collapsed 'tween the empty space

to catch its breath as the din whirled within

the inner scream of a noisy soul

caught in the web of self-sedition.

'twas a need for direct conversation

for a meeting with angels messaging to God

for an angel-guardian for a renegade friar

out in the desert of the Consumerist Hoard

that the Dove might stir peace 

at the juncture of Nothing

would stoke flames there to consume the dross

then leave bare the Ground scorched

 by Love's consummation.

new breathing would commence in the burnt-out space

smelling of incense emitted from Christ.

*...we need to be the artists and poets of or own lives.

*It is clear that love is never simple, that it brings with it struggles of the past and hopes for the future, and that it is loaded with material that may be remotely-if at all-connected to the person who is the apparent object of love.

*We sometimes talk about love lightly, not acknowledging how powerful and lasting it can be.  We always expect love to be healing and whole, and then are astonished to find that it can create hollow gaps and empty failures.
-Thomas Moore



*Once we apprehend the biblical criticism  of mimetic contagion [copying/copy-catting] and its results, we can understand the biblical profundity of the talmudic principle that Emmanuel Levinas often cities: "If everyone is in agreement to condemn someone accused, release him [her] for he [she] must be innocent."  Unanimity in human groups is rarely a vehicle for truth; more often it is nothing but a mimetic [copying], tyrannical phenomenon.  It resembles unanimous elections in totalitarian countries.
-Rene Girard