July 5, green bay, wisconsin

Wisconsin has desolate farm roads that bend and curve like a river.   I went running down one under sinister skys.  The clouds winked at me just  moments before emptying their black bellies.  I was 4 miles away from shelter, so I rolled my phone into my shirt and ducked for cover under the arm of a tree.   A gentlemen flung open his garage door and gestured me in, so I entered shirtless and sweaty.  I said, "thanks for taking in a stranger, I won't be long, just need to make a phone call." after offering me beers and warm food-- I thanked him again, to which he said," believe me, I've been there.  Son, I'm 77 years old,
I've been lots of places."

wake up, sleeper

wake up, sleeper

everyone is waiting
in the white walls
next to your hospital bed
you living or dead?

outside we are moving
shuffling about
but none of our collective motions seem to count
pleasure sought in the immediate
has rendered vanity, vanity darker doubts

the day you get up
people will make brilliant {things}
like the sun rise, it will happen
we are waiting

wake up, sleeper
wake up
wake up
wake up, sleeper

we're tied to that I.V. like chains
the moment we pull the chord
put our feet on the cold floor
run like hell out the back door
we are wounded no longer
wounded no longer
wounded, no longer lame

montreal.

i'm sailing.
I'm drifting.
I'm driving and colliding, all into the inviting arms of your burning charm. it hurts like hell and churns vibrant eden like heaven.

i'm melting. i'm freezing. i'm half in-tune and half lost in juxtaposed timing.

i know you. who are you? i think i see you and then only see myself, cos that's what i'm looking at.

i'm wandering. i'm prodding the laziness into omission. i need a mission. i wanna build an entirely different kind of world, though it's all a dirty blur. all my convictions are certainly unsure.

into the winding cannon i roll.

broken
broken
broken

here we go

recovery of the soul

"One must not underestimate the powers of recovery of the soul under grace."



"The human soul is vast spiritual (nonphysical) landscape, with resources and relationships that exceed human comprehension; and it also exists within an infinite environment of which, at our best, we have little knowledge."


- D. Willard.

right now

"there was never any more inception than there is now."

- w. whitman - song of myself, in leaves of grass

when to say when

"When humans act like animals, the become the most dangerous of animals to themselves and other humans, and this is because of another critical difference between humans and animals: Whereas animals are usually restrained by the limits of physical appetites, humans have mental appetites that can be far more gross and capacious than physical ones. Only humans squander and hoard, murder and pillage because of notions.

Ignorance of when to stop is a modern epidemic; it is the basis of "industrial growth" and "economic progress."

-Wendell Berry in Getting Along With Nature - from his compiled essays called "Home Economics"

no little people

"On any fair interpretation of history, the way of Christ in God's Kingdom has, at least, not been tried as a general way of managing human affairs, The personnel for such an undertaking has been lacking. Here again we must give Chesterton his due. Christianity has not only been "found difficult and left untried," it has rarely been closely enough approached by people even to be found difficult.

There was a "fullness of time" at which Christ could come in the flesh, and there is likewise a fullness of time for his people to stand forth with the concrete style of existence for which the world has hungered in its thoughtful moments and praised through its poets and prophets. As a response to this world's problems, the gospel of the Kingdom will never make sense except as it is incarnated--we say "fleshed out"--in ordinary human beings in all ordinary conditions of human life. But it will make sense when janitors and storekeepers, carpenters and secretaries, businessmen and university professors, bankers and government officials brim with the degree of holiness and power formerly thought appropriate only to apostles and martyrs."
- d. willard