I used to have a dream where
I had won first prize in a
church raffle: lunch with God
where, over, thin-crust pizza,
I could ask him three questions.
I always lead with an inquiry
about why he made humans
“The hyenas” sayeth God,
as the waitress pours more wine,
“said I didn’t a sense of humor.”
“Guess you showed them, huh?”
replyeth I, with a nod
In my dream, God then laughs
uproariously – looking, for just a
moment like my late uncle Paul
(without salad stuck in his teeth)
This is where the dream always
ends, leaving me to ponder; was
it just a lame dollar-a-ticket raffle,
or am I not much of a dreamer?
Some think we’re simply running away
not believing that what we are running to
is something, someplace that needs us
just as much as we need it
Just the act of running moves you away
from something, towards something else
life is running; not living is sitting still
We are running away; running away
from a professionally futureless present
mired in the stagnant quicksand of the
material world’s indifference to belief
running to new challenges, opportunity
for the chance to really get into the game,
to make a difference in the lives of others
running to get even healthier spiritually
Not running away from people we love
but to carry their love with us to a place
often unloved or misjudged as unlovable
their love is the baton we carry to pass to
other runners, other racers, other races.
Yes, we are running away – not to get away
but to take the lead, hoping others follow.
Not a race to the finish, but a pursuit
to new beginnings.
first light of day
bright silence rules
sun, fresh coffee
First steaming mug
is communion, a
professing to dog;
What can I say?
The faith of middle age
bears little resemblance
to the spirituality of youth
what passed for insight
at twenty was a liturgical
hedonism of belief
The faith of my middle years
is more tangible, palpable,
believable, less explainable
but far more credible
to anyone bothering
to pay attention.
I am a spiritual man
I have read a lot, lived
a bunch, experienced
much, seen and did
Other people of different
places, peoples, cultures
old ways and fresh ideas.
have always piqued
Ideas of life, concepts of
God, the/a hereafter,
meanings of life, purposes
vaguely, with a shrug
howling in defiance
Sometimes, the answers
actually matched the
questions being asked or
the puzzle being challenged
Why, how, why, why, why?
Why, you say?
always, still more why.
‘How’ always finishing a
distant, disinterested second.
I am a spiritual man.