where's the spark

that washed upon you in the pool

that cleansed the scales from your eyes

and made a fuming Paul

to kill the traitors to grace?

open up!

don't hide Him from me!

I'm searching for meat

to feast my soul upon

light to guide me through my nights

of black-holes filt''ring my universe.

open wide your eyes to the blind ones

and lend what is blind in you

to lead the seeing to sight

peering the tunnel of your eyes

in search of Light

to find there some semblance of Jesus

some residue of the Big Bang

hit upon the earth when He was born.

*We go on trips, taking notes while passing through half-starving continents where cadavers are piled up each morning along with the garbage.  We no longer can put up with the parable of the good Samaritan. Faith becomes impossible, noting is what it used to be, but we go on cultivating the moral garden of the West!

It's obvious that the Church is not catholic but Western.

-Jean Sulivan

*Because of compromise Christianity doesn't appear in its truth - a truth that is often unacceptable.  It is revealed only in tension and debate, provided that it's not looking for power and prestige.

-Jean Sulivan