returning home with no music

oh, bitter Death

i meet you upon my return

with saddened ears and a poisoned mouth

i just wish that you would hide

enough i've had of your seductive rage

piercing through the heart-range of my life

enough

i say

enough

it must be time to die

time for some new me to arise

and touch someone with my cries

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -Read chapters 13 to 17 of John's Gospel, I beg you, and weep.  Or rather, learn it by heart.  To learn by heart is not what people think.  It's an act of love born of intimate sharing which has a radiating effect on the rest of one's life, returning that which was scattered by the instability of things, gathering together the living and the dead.

  -For John it's enough to live together in love; all explanations are pointless. 

  -One earth, a single body, of which we are members.  We have no need of drugs to transcend the controversy of life; the bread and wine of our days are enough.  Whoever you are, if you have faith and love, at that very instant you are what I am.

  -We announce that religion is declining in order to ignore the fact that what has disappeared is false pretenses.

  -Religious spokesmen talked about indifference at a time when many people believed they could find a more genuine fellowship elsewhere.

  -For two thousand years the words have been pronounced over bread and wine, and in spite of formalism and hypocrisy, there have always been men and women who participated in his death and resurrection.