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patterns of life

the everyday and the not so obvious

living is so beautiful

if one really examines his life

frame by glorious frame

its a series of physical artwork

painted by God's own hand

there is beauty even in horror

but its only the most objective

eye that can see such nuances

the classic lines in the day to day

the broad sweeping gestures

found beneath all realms of the

religious robes

streams of unconscious peace

if only the fisher in man

would cast his lure

just a little farther out

an eternal dinner he could bring home

for his hunger

I'm thankful for so many things

for the friends who let me know

in so many little ways that I am truly

so loved and important to them

and the love that reveals to me

just who my true friends are

mercy holds my dreams out to me

one at a time

unpolished yes

and in need of some repair

but still the dreams are there

for me to take

and though memory's sword carries

a duel edged blade

its the dull side

at my flesh I feel

as I pass behind my better judgment

to visit dusty doors to the unaidable

past

just to take a peak

for harmless is my mission

so the memory chooses

to hurt me thus so

which can give me a welcome warm feeling

like an unexpected hug

or hold hostage a tear in my eye

I work for hugs you know

thats the favored tender of my soul

why, I even miss the rain

when it is too long away

am not exactly sure why this is so

perhaps the rain is sister drops

to my own tears

and when I do not shed some happy ones

often enough the rain in revolt

refuses me a visit

such silly personal perceptions

can make me sit and smile

for captivated hours

I try to keep the ugly doors locked

in my head

as there is already so much ugliness being

shared in the world

that many of the little things of beauty

get contaminated or over looked

and without love and beauty

knowledge gets abused

and nations of men

learn the wrong lessons

for even more wrong reasons

and blood shed &war too often then

results from this

there for

I feel so very blessed

that my heart is open and warm

as I don't believe I could live in such a

senseless hate infested world

if it were not

so to be so not afraid

I train my humble eyes to God

for from his celestial grounds and gardens

all seeds of hope grow................

(written Jan. 1, 2002 1230am)