o ghost of rocker-chair longing

awaiting mem'ries to seat themselves

and ride the ridges of the hours 

into dusk or into death 

into stories told upon porches

 or only in ones head

stories of grace and sadness 

tales of joy and of pain 

tidbits of Life's strange myst'ries 

packed into the flesh of years

here you sit with empty seating 

and with the breeze of ev'ning sway 

until the passing of your season 

neglected and decayed

*Thoughts from Jean Sulivan

    Our spiritual struggle never ends.  No one knows from what direction the Spirit will emerge.

    When faith becomes what it is, interior liberation, it is spontaneously creative.  the Gospel is corrosive; had     you forgotten?

    By looking on Jesus as a free person I am able to make myself his ally, because he is on the side of               the poor and the weak, and against the multinationals and the oil companies and the coffee lobby-that is,       against everything that keeps men and women from being neighbors, from becoming close to each other in     the present moment,

    The absence of Jesus is the sign of God's love.  It prevents any of our cherishes schemes from becoming       finally installed.  The world is caught up in the wake of the impossible-which is also the necessary.