John 3:6

"That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is Spirit"

Thursday, September 29, 2011

POEM 641

is Death? But
more or less than
(unborn) living
within oneself,
 
is Fear? Farther
in time from Hope
than knowing is
from Faith,
 
is Love? Longer
in fragrances of past
lies forgiven while
worshiping not myself,

is Final?

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What do we pursue and what makes us who we are? The 'Facebook' version would have us accept passing thoughts and daily occurances as the sum and substance of who we are some original some banal. The author of these pages is one who has been philosopher, poet, photographer, priest, assembly line worker (autos), shortorder cook, musician, professor in medical schools, administrator, philanthropist, dreamer, civil rights advocate, and often friend. The journey is not complete but the ride is thrilling.