Me. Ow.

She gave us Zion.

In that
every dream I have ever had
is fulfilled.

What relief.
To have my life be done
for me.

I walked dark streets,
a shaking orphan cat starving
amongst the well fed, withering
with a pretty 'me ow' disguising
my own lonely suffering.

Me. Ow.
Me. Ow.
Me. Ow.
Sleep took me.

I am a father.

No, I am
Father.

I wish, to every-man, to give away
this wholeness, this everything.

This dream. This love. This love. This
bone

crushing

Love.

You Are .

I have always been water

formless
power
ungraspable

none know how so

then I fill your container

you can hold no more

and expand...and expand...and expand

bigger...bigger still
...to hold me

hold me and know how big you are

You are .

We Have to Let You Go

We have to let you go.

I cried as I spoke these words
to a man today.

...and,
to his family,
his wife
his recently deceased father as he prays,
his mother in her last days
his future employers
and God...
...what can he say to their faces?

More, what can he say to himself?

At the end of his days
what can he say to himself
that he doesn't already know in his heart?

Forgive me....Thank you...

I bear witness.

Like a mirror to his soul he has seen self and the darkness
that seeks light in him.

Oh, I grieve that this is every-man,
that none of us make it out alive and

in the end
they will all say to us,
"we have to let you go"....