witness

i.

working for Pentecost

with its "bitter" words off fiery tongues

from dross burners of withered dreams

is to await the Dove at midnight coming

pounding at the door of our encrusted hearts

cracking the walls around our precious life

Blood will look for blood

wanting ev'ry inch, ev'ry breath we take

to slit open our gut for a covenantal sacrifice

emptying our heart of the brazier of life

God'll whisk us safety-free for the Church's sake

to hum flaming music into waxened ears

to proclaim in symphonic loony-tunes the sacred word

corrupting the values of the surrounding crowd

like mused, shredded and discarded notes

a misfit desperado off'ring the illusion of health

they'll toss us out like a disgraced doll

defamed disciples of Incarnate Love

ii.

will God be revealed when you spread-wide the Dove

if the illusions you unmask are good for ones health

serve then the paradoxes of the Subversive One

set free the slaves to the salves against health

iii.

staying healthy will slay us, living we will die

the health of our living is in the living we allow die 

Some words of Laurence Gough:

*The most selfish thing you can do is forgive.  I think freedom's found in forgiveness.

*With parenting, everyday is a wonderful opportunity to fall flat on your face.

A thought from Evelyn Lau:

...confession is good for the soul.