THE GENTLE RAISING OF THE FLAW

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JOURNAL #19

I am a restless soul

on what seems like

a charmless adventure

coffee for the spirit

right about now I must

admit would be nice

but I can't for see God

in my immediate mind's eye

as being just any man's waiter

perhaps thats yet just another

unlikely job for a most joyous

Saint Peter

but such slack stab at amusement

would really have wounded my dead

grandmother

as she's never seen God as having

a broad sense of humor

the curtain's shadow dances

without worry upon a placidly papered

wall

my kitchen greets me strangely today

as if I've never beheld its kitchenly

confines at all

rarely ever

are my more vivid drapes still

and I mean this statement in more than

just the most obvious way

as the once so welcomed morning breeze

keeps coming back to me

day after deliberate day

with little if any real or additional

invitation

a limp like feeling of lethargia

blows bravely right along side

with it through even that of my yet

expressed thoughts

I'm not so careless anymore in my

creativity

instead I try harder to focus upon

my belief of the greater interest of one's

spirit

for even the general lack in one's ultimate

but still all too human being

makes significant waves in far bigger oceans

that of which mostly only the non earth bound

inhabitants are essentially seeing

in layman's terms

devise your bridges leading unto action

most carefully

as the dead truly indeed

are always watching

life

its like television for the soul..............

(Jan. 17, 1999)


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