DEEP WITHIN

 

I have a friend who's going blind.

Ever so slowly, without haste, but surely, he's going blind.

He's storing up the colors of the world around,

The faces of the ones he loves,

The Children,

Animals, Sunsets and Mountains...

For the time when he will see them only from within,

When he will see the way we see...

No longer...

And somehow, deep within his heart he knows

that there will be a time when he and all he loves

Will see much more

than any man could dream of.

I have a friend who's going deaf.

Ever so slowly, without haste, but surely, she's going deaf.

She's storing up the sounds of the world around,

Babbling brooks, songs,

The music laughter of the children, thunder,

Rain upon the roof, a bird's song,

The whisper of, "I love you!"

For the time when she will hear them only from within,

When she will hear the way we hear...

No longer...

And somehow, deep within her heart

she knows that there will be a time when she and all she loves

Will hear much more

than any woman could dream of.

I have a friend who's going to die.

Ever so slowly, without haste, but surely,

He's going to die.

He's storing up the feelings of his life,

Pain, Joy,

Struggles and victories, And all that he has done,

The children of his life, his past,

Every experience that merits his taking on the journey...

For the time when he will live the way we live

No longer.

And somehow, deep within his heart he knows that there will be a time when he and all he loves

Will live much more than any man could dream of.

My friend is speaking softly now,

Ever so slowly, without  haste,

But surely...from deep within...ME.

I AM FROM

 

I am from Ireland…

Immigrant great-grandfather Bryan…

Fleeing famine-genocide

at the very hands of those

They were forced to feed…

 

I am from Beaumont…

Texas, not California…

Bigger than, not necessarily better…

Well…maybe.

 

I am from Catholic school,

Sister Margaret and Father Holub,

Mass and smoke and Latin and

A distant God…

 

I am from The Lone Ranger and Tonto

On radio, no TV, and

WW II, when an inter net was

Used to catch fish…

When a cell was a part of your body

And the only phone you had was on a table in the hall

Or hung from the wall.

I’m from a brilliant dad

And an artist mom,

Both drunk most of the time

And by 10, gone…

 

I am from lonely and sad,

Creative and smart,

Afraid and mad,

Dreamer and hero…

 

I am from bottle and pill,

Weed and despair,

Desperation and lost,

Miracle and rescue.

 

I am from the road back to life,

I am from AA and care and recovery,

Growth and change,

Peace and discovery.

 

I am from Xavier and happy,

Priest and purpose,

I am from love and Teddy Bear Hero

I am from the here and now God…

 

I am…

Humpty Dumpty Was Pushed !

 

Humpty Dumpty was pushed off the wall.

            Humpty Dumpty could not stop his fall.

All the King's women and all the King's men,

            Couldn't put Humpty together again.

 

As they pondered their plight, standing there by the wall,

They thought of their Friend, the Great King.

Together they went to his fine, regal hall,

            And asked him to rescue their friend.

 

The King was distressed

            As they brought him their plea,

For he knew something they didn't know.

 

How could he tell them,

            In a way they could see,

That his power alone would not heal.

 

So he asked them to follow,

            To the place by the wall,

To the place where their friend had his fall.

 

Together they went to where Humpty fell…

Together they went to where Humpty fell…

 

Then the King looked at Humpty,

            And Humpty at Him,

And then to all of his friends.

 

And with all of the love that they had in their hearts,

            The King and his women and men--

            The King, AND his women and men--

 

They reached down and put him together again.

            TOGETHER they put him together again.

They put precious Humpty together again.

            TOGETHER they put her together again.

 

They put precious Humpty together again.

FINALLY !

 

I NEVER DID BECOME WHAT I THOUGHT I WOULD...

I BECAME SOMETHING DIFFERENT...VERY DIFFERENT...

IT TOOK A LONG TIME...

BUT I FINALLY BECAME WHO I WAS ALREADY!

There is a window

in every human soul.

The window lets the light shine in, even when it’s cold.

The window lets the light shine out, even when it’s night...

In every soul

a window of light.

There is a window

in every human soul.

The window lets the love come in, even when it’s cold.

The window lets the heart look out, even when it’s night...

In every soul

a window of light.

You are a window

for my weary soul.

Your window lets my light shine in,

even when it's cold.

Your window lets your heart look out,

even when it's night…

For my weary soul

a window of light.

He once was here, this precious child, to feel, to laugh, to play.

He once was me, this precious child, to live, to love, to stay.

But don't you see, he went away.

He was too sad...too hurt...

to live where love could be no more, to laugh where light was dim.

 

She once was there, this precious child, to cry, to grow, to sing.

She once was you, this precious child, to reach for everything.

But don't you see, she went away. She was too sad...to cling

to hopes that could not live again, to dreams that would not die.

 

As time went by, she waited there, in a place not far away.

He watched...and knew...somehow...again...

He would return... To play...

And sing...

And laugh...

And live...

And never, EVER, go away!

PRECIOUS CHILD

THE CARPENTER

I have a friend.

He was a carpenter by trade.

Some things he made are yet unknown,

Others can be seen for all eternity.

He always seemed to see in His mind's eye what he would form.

He dreamed what yet would be.

He gently stroked his wood, the substance of his trade, with push and pull, all just so,

Until he saw his dream there made.

He was a Lover, an Artist,

Never violating the grain, the "self" of his wood, But always re-shaping it and re-forming it,

Into what he, and even his wood,

Knew it was meant to be.

The Carpenter. The Wood.

I have a friend.

He was a Carpenter by trade.

Some things he made are yet unknown, Others…seen for all eternity.

 

 

What is this thing?

I can’t breathe…

I can’t see… I can’t sing.

What is this thing?

 

When I try I fail.

When I fail I cry.

When I cry I give up.

This thing is killing me.

What is this thing

crowding my space?

I can’t really see it.

If I can’t see it

Maybe it isn’t there.

Oh yes it is, this thing…

I know it’s there.

 

It’s like an invisible Elephant, Taking up every living space… All the time…

But never seen.

I finally saw this thing!

I finally saw it, clearly.

And as soon as I did...

 

It disappeared!

DENIAL

or

THE ELEPHANT IN THE LIVING ROOM

II want to go back…

Oh God, I want to go back,

Just one more chance, 

Just one, that’s all I need,

Just one more chance…

 

I want to go back…

O God, I want to go back,

And know just one thing

That will change my choice,

Just one…that’s all I need…

 

I want to go back…

O God, I want to go back,

And know what I know now

Before I do what I did then,

Just one minute…one second…

That’s all I need…just  one…!

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"YES YOU CAN"!

MY RAP POEM TO MY FRIENDS AT XAVIER COLLEGE PREP

For you I have a question...

It's not just a suggestion...

What are you going to do when people ask you, "Are you a person for others...?

Are you one of the sisters and the brothers, or are you just for yourself, like a book stuck on some shelf that nobody else will ever read, nobody will ever turn the pages and discover the wonder and the power of your love...and that's not smart!

So when are you going to start reaching out to touch this sad world with YOUR HEART!

And I have something more to say.

I need your undivided attention if I may.

What are you going to do with your dream for your future...the dream that was planted in your soul by the creator and the universe and those who love you and that grows right next to your own family tree...?

Because how you see yourself in that dream will make all the difference, don't you see.

Whenever that dream becomes clear to you

will you say, "I can't do that"?

Well if you do , then you will be absolutely right, because you won't, and that fear will shut you down...

And the dream that was given to you will, from then on, just be completely out of sight.

But will you be like my friend Joyce,

who one day had such a choice? 

When she was 16 years-old her father said to her, "You're going to learn how to fly an airplane"...and she said,

"I can't do that"

and he said "Yes you can"...

and she did...and she became the youngest and the first female pilot in the history of Canada!

"YES YOU CAN"

Martin Luther King didn't have a dream...

His dream had him.

You don't just have a dream for your life...

Your dream has you...

And will lead you to make the huge difference in this sad world for which you were created...

before You're through!

So I want to ask you...

Will you let these words burn into your soul and your brain and your heart and everything about you...?

"YES I CAN"!

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Origin

Are you from earth,

Or clay,

Or dust,

Or myriad, endless stories, timeless?

Yes, but more, much more, before.

 

From whence you came

Is lesser thing or place

Compared to name…

Your secret name…

Divine!

 It is Divine from whence you came!

Lake Landscape
GO FIND GOD
 
I was in the mountains today, and the serene beauty of it all just took my breath away.
 
The graceful hawk in flight spoke softly as I watched… “Relax…everything will be okay”.
 
I stopped in a space where people gathered… the sheer joy in a young child’s laugh made me cry.
The roadside flowers’ struggle in the summer heat gave me hope for another day and a softer time.
And when I returned home I said to God:
“It was good to be with you today!”