Cry 120810

Beatles: Here comes the sun king...weeping
Kind black man on a TV commercial...crying
Syrian Internet magazine about Jesus and a village where they still speak Aramaic..crying

I don't cry every day, it just feels like it.
Sometimes it feels like I'm coming apart. Sometimes
I think its making up for five years of Edna
struggling with cancer

I am so dismayed with myself
I am so angry
I am so sad.
sometimes it feels like I am coming apart
and its OK

Abundance

God produces abundance.

some will be eaten

some will fall

Point Reyes Morning

Telling

Telling you these things
is like telling a thunderstorm
that it is a thunderstorm.
What does it care?
Like the thunderstorm,
you are a force of nature.
And I am a rock, the field of grass.
You move by,
leaving me wet or dry,
hot or cold,
and you move on.

The Blue Light of Early Morn

Watching the blue light of early morn,
I lie quietly in bed,
hardly drawing a breath,
and think about life;
how I'm tired,
and don't belong anywhere.
And suddenly my lungs pull in a deep draught of air -
Oh! The body persists
and I must go on for now,
watching the blue light of early morn.

Another Morning

It's going to be one of those mornings:
Jazz on Pandora, cup of strong coffee, half a loaf of French bread,
and I can't find the *#!! peanut butter.