Violated bones

The trailing exhaust

that covered him in its haze

that one brisk autumn morn

was a convenient screen

He dashed across the street

where care's absent need

scoured the street with eyes

long deprived of love

He hungered for care

searching for eyes to heal him

touch him with a savior's glance

binding his face in a smile

Not much, just a touch

a friendly glace, absent lust

that need and that alone

would sooth his aching and violated bones

*All are in Christ and Christ is in all.

*Sometimes we sin because we don't "know" what else to do...and God understands.

Thoughts of Alan Jones:

  -What do we see if we take the time to look?  We see disconnection, absurdity, and glory - certainly these are contradictory things.  If we look hard enough, we see a great deal of glory and promise.  Unfortunately, our vision  is often distorted by pain and suffering.  But we need to look at pain and suffering if we are to see past then to the glory and the promise.  There is real glory in a way of believing that tries to be honest about what it sees.  This has, at least, the promise of maturity.

  -The two approaches of the spiritual path belong together.  It cannot be overemphasized that they are complementary: negation and affirmation are the negative and positive poles of a fully charged battery.  While one side says "Yes" to images, ideas, metaphors, the other side says "No" or is silent. This dialectic is vital for the transmission of life and energy. Without one or other of the poles there is death.

  -We cannot live without images and pictures, and yet they always fall short of the reality.