“Ah, Charlie, I only break my own heart.”


Oh Ursula and saints galore
in universal love
how short we zenly fall
not loving when we are loving
talking, not walking,
thanks and praises
giving so much
of so few
to so many.
can one loving man/lady save a village?
is there a village where all can be saved?
it truly is hard, John
to imagine a world with no conflict
first comes shock
then comes awe
how do we overcome the fear of shock?
we can ponder fear as future shock
and deny the hell that surrounds us…

i need to pause now and pray
we have enough saints
to help us
back to where we once belonged.