into a world seemingly the same day after day
i wonder "what's new?"
not about "it" but me
"who am i this day?"
"what's the refreshing about me?"
"what have i done besides departing night
staring into this day of sun or clouds
of rain or wind
blowing breezes about the edges of mama earth?"
this grey day invites rain
for sitting and staring above the weather line of water clouds
and wonder or decide who i am to be or
what i am to do with my porridge of empty thoughts
a bucket of tossed dreams and glazed quirks with carted curse
or simply rest in peace, a moment still
allowing day to be what it is
making choices as Life presents itself
and be content with the Now
tomorrow arrives when one can't view it
the only assurance being one is not dead
*It's hardly surprising that disciples all over the world seem no longer concerned with the Church but with poverty and human freedom. Every genuine community enlarges the Christian commonwealth.
-Jean Sulivan
*In the same way that Jesus' intention, clearly shown in the Gospels, was to lead each of us back to our center, it seems to me that the primary mission of Christianity is to rescue men and women who have been overcome by our present age and treated as mere consumers, and, whether they are politically active or not, to offer them a spiritual space. Everything else is insignificant.
-Jean Sulivan
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