when were you ever real?

when were you ever real:

when the wind mussed your hair;

when the egg birthed the chick;

when you coughed for the show;

when the sun smote the moon?

when were you ever real?

when did you live with your heart:

when your drink was tears;

when you fled  the pain?

are there stones in your shoes?

are your ears yet unglued?

is this the time of freedom?

is this the boiling time for tea?

sit and smell your odor.

lay naked in the swamp.

listen to the myna bird.

rest in another's tomb.

your real may then be real

and you in truth will reel

*Ecumenism will become truly worldwide only by rejecting calculation, through self-effacement.

-Jean Sulivan

*Every genuine spiritual renewal, however, arouses a spirit directed at the instant in which past and future are connected.  That's where tradition really is.

-Jean Sulivan

*...Christian faith is creative because it is a faith, not an imitation or a phantom of faith.

-Jean Sulivan