a lost-child found

i.

we are children's eyes searching

or dog-needs wanting

old man

old woman

looking from old years forward

where long we've walked

back-glancing

or car-riding

where short we've rode

pris'ners never touched 

persons briefly loved

needing one word for life

a touch of hand

of mouth

a nudge

to lead us home

ii.

in his eyes i saw us

he

 a lost-child found

looking as the newsmen jot

the tale they're about to tell

delivering us to jail

us

each of us

buried

carried  in his eyes

*We will never catch up with real people unless we start with the body of the earth, which is also our body.

-Jean Sulivan

*There  is a time for a borrowed, tranquil vision, for everyone and no one, for knowledge, confinement in an invisible shell, with joy painted on our faces-sincerely painted because we believe we are in top form.  And another time to be wounded, to laugh at having believed we had encountered God, to blush at having said it, to enter a kind of nakedness in discovering the artificiality of ideas that we had imagined were part of us. And in this way to begin to exist in a more relaxed style, more available to the first comer.  You can be like someone who all his life shouted out his faith, which he believed was his own, and suddenly, perhaps at death's door, realizes that he is surrounded by darkness and asks himself, "Have I been lying?"  Better to wake up before you're laid out for burial.  Someone who believed he was in the desert, discovering new lands, asks himself if he hasn't simply followed his natural instinct for comfort....There is no spiritual life which does not encounter deception and disillusionment, suffering and confusion.

-Jean Sulivan