to be

i believed the sun would shine

would ride high in the sky

warm the earth

light my face

wrap me in rays quite bright

it hid me somewhere behind the grey

above the chill

not moving for anyone

not for the gods who curse the day

nor for painters who tint and shade

nor for those demanding their private plat

i dwelt in the moment's cause

'cause it is gift to sleep upon

to mill within

to fashion work

to phone a friend 

to meditate

to be and be

...to be

*God is the best weird experience there is.

*Thoughts of Alan Jones:

  -Slowly, in the life of faith, the thing that we dread becomes both companion and friend.

  -Sister Death challenges us to live life as fully and as creatively as we can.  The willingness to live with the knowledge of our inevitable death enables us to face, more and more, both the freedom of responsibility and responsibility that life offers.  This willingness to walk with Sister Death is the first sign of the believer's maturity.