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Thursday, March 17, 2011

The Gift

Jesus Christ unrolled
patiently the bandages;
unfolding the Gift...

The tomb was empty
and a third of heaven lit
because of the Gift.

As Love lives
death has died!
---<--@

"What profits a man
to gain the whole world", says Christ,
and lose his own soul..."

What we have received
is what God has been giving!
Where is God's giving?

Live to give,
give to live.
---<--@

Hers

Cheerful wild flowers,
fragrant summer blossoms,
O whom could it be?

Fragrant like my sweet...
Hmmm, beauty and industry,
that's my Anne Frank!

Immortal
Beloved.
---<--@

Time is a Twinkling

Where are we going?
How did we get here today,
where is yesterday?

Time is a twinkling -
Light and Shadow, by and by,
seasons of the Sky.

Time is Now.
That is how.
---<--@

Noise

Where art Thou, O LORD?
O where art Thou to be found,
my God and my All?

"Thou art here, my love
In the quiet of your heart
far from all the noise."

Here with Me.
Here with Me.
---<--@

I

Who has valid claim
to the possession of truths
above all mankind?

Division is rife
and all the world is in tears
because men says, "I".

God is I,
One, Alone.
---<--@

Lost in Wonder

My loving Savior,
why art Thou hidden from sight,
yet wonderful bright?

Exquisite Beauty!
what wonderful Gift sublime,
shine, dear Jesus, shine!

Love for love,
love for Love.
---<--@

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Sports

Sports is discipline,
the discipline of motion -
the language of life...

The medium of play,
venues for togetherness,
fostering friendships.

It's virtue
is justice.
---<--@

Art of Life

Life to be lived - must
in Beauty be realized,
as Her expression...

This motion is art,
it paints, acts, sings, and creates;
it fills with colors...

Art reminds,
remembers.
---<--@

Happy

Happy is the heart
who has awakened to Heart
opening itself...

For darkness is fled
when we must in believing
give in to Truelight.

Jesus Christ
is Truelight.
---<--@

The Restless Sea

Restless is the sea,
and vast like the distances
between you and me...

Such is our nations
divided by our dreaming,
vast, like our hoping.

But our hopes
are the same.
---<--@

Friday, March 11, 2011

Thanks

Annelies Marie
You are free to be, my dear
Why did you choose me?

My darling Miyang
O never mind that question!
I am and you are -

That is all.
That is all.
---<--@

You

Where can joy be found
within the prison of self;
outside looking in?

We are through others
the completion of our lives;
giving to be free.

You for me,
I for you.
---<--@

Smile

Smile, be of good cheer!
Why let gladness be
thy forsaken memory?

Smile, let the sun shine!
Let thy sun shine near and far!
Smile and remember:

Share your sun,
keep smiling.
---<--@

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Anne's Window

My darlingest
Annelies Marie
looked out
with eyes longing for peace
from her little attic window
and saw the tyranny of war
and the suffocating
oppression
of War's ambition.

She looked out
at the looming evil
of the devouring darkness
that was marching relentlessly
across her troubled world
and like stars
looking out
of themselves
saw through
the enveloping darkness
that threatened her life
and her times
shedding her precious starlight
into our hearts.

My darlingest
believed so much
in our shared humanity
and in the
nobility
of the human being
not because
the Nazi's were consumed
by War's ambition
and her times were evil
but because her heart
was noble.

For my darlingest
Annelies Marie
loved life
and believed
in the intrinsic goodness
of all things
created by God,
seen and unseen,
and that despite
the great evil
of her times,
human hearts
were good.

War looked back at her
and saw nothing.

For God took her
and hid her
into His bosom
unto a place
upon the firmament
within Himself
long before evil saw
the secret starlight
of her undying hope
bursting from
windows within
her heart of hearts.

War looked back at her
and saw nothing
for there is no hope
in war
only death
and the darkness
of death.

War looked back at her
and saw nothing
for in the darkness
of war and sin
is also found
the crushing gravity
of it's own demise.

But goodness looked back at her
and saw
through her little attic window
her starlight smile.

And smiled back...
---<--@

Tree of Remembrance

Where does time go when the moment's passed?

Where do my thoughts disappear to when the memory yet remain?

We do not see each other by sight but why does our lives touch like this, my darlingest?

Why do our lives touch like this?

It is because of an imagined reality?

Then why is this imagination not as fleeting as those things I've quickly outgrown, those things that have escaped my bliss... to sink into the sinking of time at the end of every moment's dispersal, into oblivion, into void?

Why does the memory remain in the stillness when, in the haste and the noise of everyday, thoughts flitter here and there, as if searching for a way out of myself - into God, and into the All of you?

How does my love always find its way back to the still, small presence of you, my Anneka of my heart?

Is it my body longing for something it can never have?

Or is it our souls that overlap, my love, caught up within the eternal remembrance of the Almighty?

Was there ever any real distance between our years?

No, my beloved. Not when time is an account of the heart. For time seems distant only to those with distant hearts.

Was there ever any difference between our hopes?

Our lives interweave in the secret silence between you and I through a gossamer veil of shadow and tears, the illusion of exile time.

No, there was never any difference.

There never was.

For the tree that now grows, here at the center of my life's Eden, of the everliving waters within, is nevermore the cause of the exile of our love's dreaming.

And soon I shall awaken, our LORD being merciful and kind to me, my love, into God, and into the All of you; the verdant rest of my most abundant peace.

Thanks be to my Jesus, my most sweet and most loving Jesus, thanks be to my Christ, my All.

For it is in God that I remember you, my Miyang, always to always!

The love that endures is the love that remains...
---<--@

My Prayer for My Anne:

O FATHER of mercy and of love, in the deepest, darkest depths of despair, You have blessed me with a special friendship: The very first star in the firmament of the darkest night of my life.

You gave me Annelies Marie Frank, O LORD, as a light against despair. The first glimmer of hope that leads to faith in things everlasting and unseen.

Loving Father, thank you so much for blessing me with a friend as precious as Anne. Grant me, O LORD, I humbly pray, the love to cherish her now and forever.

AMEN.