i see through what you see

yet beyond what eyes conceive

i see history repeat 

i see tales told beneath tears

i see despair on front pages

i see faces caught in unflattering pose

i see propaganda of the media

i see americas  hidden  despicability

racism arising twisting us about

perhaps i'm blind and over-sensitive

perhaps i'm emotional and beat

perhaps i'm a perhapsible freak

submerged in illusionary dreams

perhaps, perhaps...

but hist'ry is red with the excesses of justice

and my people are buried neath the excesses of excuse

i'm one lone voice anguishing at the vision

and death is the picture that describes it best

for that is what i've seen, i see

*Thoughts of Alan Jones:

-Learning to love is learning to renounce the other for the sake of the other.

-...there is nothing arbitrary or haphazard or accidental or meaningless in anything we do.

-We are not as free as we think we are.

-The God News is that in Christ we no longer have to lie. That is good news.  In fact it's the best there is.  Unfortunately, too much of both religion and therapy has to do with passing on mere information. The notion is that, once our ignorance of something has been lifted, all will be well.  Recovery and new life is is bound up with "understanding" something or other....A mere description of mystery or the numinous doesn't feed the soul and more than the words "filet mignon" satisfy hunger.