a shadow frightened the crowd

as you set your hands to guard your face

to  ward off sounds tapping in your brain

see their cry is for you Lord always for you

and it breaks forth from the stillest choice

from bodies at once dead yet breathing

hoping for a big ear that hears

and patience to live long enough to see

vengeance and love yes vengeance and love

while the shadows of fate hang loosely overhead

ready to drop like a net gathering in the dead

yet hope ekes through the tears steadily falling

from failed ties and mouths ever crying on high

cries eating at my nerves grating them to movement

to dance midst tears on which they slide

as i grab the cries and cry awaiting your coming

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

-...can we expect all university professors to be pioneers, all parish priests to be prophets, all bishops to be successors of the apostles?  Each of them has been recruited haphazardly, with his own share of goodwill, insight and blindness, his own wounds and ambitions?  I'm not shocked by this.  I'm not preaching purity.  Jesus is delivered up; he always will be.  It is necessary that these things happen.

-Ordinary people like us identify with the story of the child hunted by Herod, with the young man of thirty who was always on the go, whose own family considered him mad, with the one who was crucified and rose again, with that rebel whom every society - sometimes by using violence, sometimes veneration - will inevitably try to keep from spoiling everything. 

-...what is even more amazing is that always, within the womb of illusion and hypocrasy, lost in the crowd, there have been saints.  The word has never ceased finding its way into the flesh of men and women.

-Our task is to live the benediction and the insurrection at the same time, the love and the humor, the unimportance of everything and its infinite importance.

-...it's impossible not to see that at the heart of the Gospel there is a radical rejection of all convention. Its uniqueness does not lie in some idea that will  harmonize all differences but in its tone: the shock which upsets our complacency and invites us to interior reappraisal.