Someone

on whose breast I might rest

or they on mine and be at home

I'd say yes modestly but sure

and pillow down upon fleshy bones

to roost in their moods secure

I'd pick heart-beats to sing

or hum lullabies to nurse upon

in knowledge that they'd heed

with caring ears to sooth me thereby

I'd thank Jesus like John

posing questions and sup in peace

gathering crumbs that drop near lips

upon that board treasuring my tears

or any manner of me lounging there

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*Reflections of Alan Jones:

-Truth-tellers are called to disturb boundaries, erase thresholds, and muddy clear divisions, because - to use the language of faith - in Christ there is a new creation.

-Contradictions helps us identify false truths and move into more generous ones.  It becomes a means of transformation.  Truth-tellers are always looking to change the rules of engagement that diminish and enslave us.

-The process of integration requires cunning, the old principle of losing oneself to find oneself.

-We become authentically human by transending ourselves, by being pushed beyond what we think are our limits.

-There is a special happiness in "letting the world happen."

-Wonder eludes us when we insist on having a "fix" on everything.