there will always be something

always wishing for  another path

another face

another something

that's different from what we be and see

another might 

another flight

that might lift us from our plight

but No!

there won't be

just can't be

being what we be

this humankind

un-kind

broken and smashed

greedy and hung'ring for another's spot

or land or life

or whatever'll pull us from our plight

of greed and lust

of all or bust

how live with it with a smile

bowing our heads and cry

of thanking God

and doing our best

to make a little peace

and enjoy our tiny piece

of life on this earth

until death do us cease

*If I say that this world is beautiful and good, that I love it, this doesn't mean the I'm not aware of the horror, the degradation and the danger of impending catastrophe.  I'm speaking of what is true in consciences that are stronger than evil.

-Jean Sulivan

Christian language, as soon as it moves away from experience and is no longer verified by it, becomes elastic, full of distortions and quibbles, concerned with synthesis and false harmony.  When we embroider emptiness with abstract formulas, we have the very opposite of a language of hope.

-Jean Sulivan