Words

“There’s no end to the publishing of books, and constant study wears you out so you’re no good for anything else. The last and final word is this: Fear God.  Do what he tells you.” Ecclesiastes 12

I write to know my thoughts.  I think to write things down.  Yet God knows that is not all there is.

There is grace that gives freedom for contact, and for friendship through the holes in the fence.  It’s is the relationships that stir the pigmentation of life.

Words   

Shutter up the house and bolt the doors.

Sit and face one another without pain killers

or numbing agents.

Pull the plug and dare to wander into

hearts of separation.

Wounds without origin, so we think, we wish.

In search of love beyond us

yet it is so very much within us.

If I don’t sit across from you I will

never know the face of love and life.

Let us not stand in front of each

other making only assessments and

being tempted to flatter performance

over essence.

The T.V.  has taught us to dress, to build,

to cook, to survive, to dance, only if someone

Is  watching and opinionating.

Is it possible to get back to heart’s desires

underlined with purity,

to dress without a mirror,

to build without a board room,

to cook without a camera,

to live without surviving,

to dance before God naked?

May the written word never become

plexiglass between us.

May it begin as a screen

to filter through to each other.