eaten up

eaten up by chatter

by so much talk without respite

no time for chewing nor tasting

leaves ones spiritual cupboard bare

verbiage runs off lips clambering babble

like teething babes dribbling on their spit

need quiet to restock the empty

dry from thoughtless and noisy words

need food nurtured on conversations

words spiced with human sweat

a garden of veggies diced with herbs and sunshine

sprouting from rain in the soil of compassion

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -So many men find an unavowed pleasure in debates, unrelated to any genuine commitment.  Few are ready to pay the price of of tension, suspicion, and solitude.  Nevertheless, the Christian communion is made up of traditions, ruptures, fidelity, anger, love, joy....

  -It's here and now that we must love, play, laugh, and risk our lives.

  -If I say that this world is beautiful and good, that I love it, this doesn't mean that I'm not aware of the horror, the degradation, and the danger of impeding catastrophe.  I'm speaking of what is true in consciences that are stronger than evil.

 -...the person who dwells in her truth transforms the earth.