On going to St. Michael's

O black room of ebon' space

door framed in grac-ed light

you, friend of risk and sweet mystery

draw to yourself my troubling doubt

The Orange Sun-Dot pinholes your bosom dark

a blazing stream of fiery beam

bending back 'pon Fear's embrace

for rites of Hope where eyes can't see

*We say, "never again" but we ever again.

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -It has too often been repeated that rejecting only one truth was enough to destroy faith.  People who said it were convinced that belief happened in the head and not in the heart.  But glances, everyday gestures, one's breath, a profound impulse - all these things express the truth of a person, with or without ideas.  What keeps you alive? - that's the question.  Keep yourself in a state of active anticipation.

  -How I'd like, for once, to make a book out of tress, water, roads, skyscrapers, crazy love, and poor people who march in the night, and let the Word speak for itself.  The invisible in the visible, the absolute in the tangible, nothing else.

  -Let the single dream of your life be to wake yourself up.

  -I invite you to stop hiding behind the abstract pyramids of ideas, or, when they collapse, to no longer wall yourself up in agony and bitterness.  Hoping to embrace everything, everything escapes you; wanting to be everywhere, you are nowhere.  Be suspicious of the absolute, the unsayable. When you hear someone speak of the beyond, tell him, "Only one life at a time!"  When he speaks of the infinite, ask him how far he is willing to go to help people to live or die.