14th and Broadway in Queens

The sky that was heavy and threatening rain

showered its moist brew upon the dirt-dry earth

while wandering Broadway to Isamu's dream

Caught in the downpour of the shivering sky

I parked myself in the doorway of an Indian motel

awaiting respite before continuing my walk

I'd never been to a quick-sex joint

but here I was standing before the rate-board chart

letting rooms for 3 hours or more

Couples come and go during the array of thunder

hope-filled enough to pay the displayed prices

while the owners chat about the approaching sun

Outside the cage the prosties munch

the peanut butter and jelly sandwiched in their hands

as I thumb Campbell on the myths we share

*Missing

out of nowhere

I

find myself

missing

the I

I thought

I had to

earn

only

to find

myself

given

simply

given

for

given 

for

ever

       

                                           -Jerry Schroeder, Cap.

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -We rush past questions in order to avoid anxiety.

  -...in order to forget one first must know.

  -To live may also involve losing your faith and coming to realize that you are "possessed" by it.

  -By his absence-presence Jesus is more present than in the flesh.  Every spiritual experience, if it's not  just imaginary, is rooted in this understanding.

  -...to meet God is at the same instant to deny him.  Every certitude is a way of "putting God to death."

  -To create is the only important thing, to rediscover the fervor that produced the thing you're weeping for.

  -A true revolution always rediscovers the source of a tradition and expresses it in body and soul at the same instant.

  -...in order to be unrooted it's first necessary to be rooted.