Ode to Proces 2.0

Ever changing ours the journey
Shift we down life’s earthly path
Seeking fresh new ways of living
Alleluia allelu

Moments bloom from wombs maternal
Resurrection present now
Newness springs from ground eternal
Alleluia allelu

Toward your vision lure us always
Incomplete and not yet done
Heaven breaks forth in our own time
Alleluia allelu

Ever present, ever flowing
Fount of life be known to us
Spirit bless us on our journey
Alleluia allelu

Traveler's Syndrome

El Gato - a sleek and nimble animal of great beauty
Cat - the sound of vomit hitting the ground

Side B

Break free if only for a moment
shout, cry, laugh, create, be quiet
Become your side B

Let a drop of it hit your lips and tongue
move, slide into it
feel it, get to know it

Play within yourself
if only for a moment you are 8
playing in the yard
stick in hand
you are King, Queen, Teacher, Firefighter, Superhero

You are not a path singular in direction
but possibilities
A huge limitless vat of possibilities
all mixed into one
try them all in combination
introvert, extrovert, free-wheeling, reserved

Let your other side breath, grow
hear your Side B, let it play
turn it to 11
Your very own Maggie May, Don't Worry Baby, I Will Survive

Break free if only for a moment
shake loose of that which keeps you
as yourself

Ode to Process

Ever changing ours the journey
Shift we down life’s earthly path
God’s fresh new way we long to be

Moments bloom from wombs maternal
Resurrection ever present
Newness springs from ground eternal

Toward your vision lure us always
Though incomplete and not yet done
Bringing heaven forth in our days

Ever present, ever flowing
Longed for constant fountain of life
For newness praise to you we sing

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No, you will not run from this reality

You will see my pain

touch my anguish

You must see it

I must show it to you

because my pain

is your pain

is our pain

Do not be afraid you will not lose yourself

it will not swallow and consume you

we will find each other

discover the source of

disconnection

Gilman

Wind through Gilman at every opportunity
follow the meandering road
past corn and bean field
down main street
through four-way stops and over the railroad
the path reminds your heart of it origins
whispers of memories stored in a small town

Walk to Class

Most days I look and all I see is cement
cold, hard, ashen, gray brick

not death exactly, but something like it
sterile, harsh boxes designed to separate one life from another
It is not that life is gone
only that I forget to notice it
to look up and see the sun
to look left and see the geese, the pine trees
to look right and see a pregnant woman

to look down and see weeds growing through cracks

I'm surrounded by life, filled with life

born from stars
a part of the web and all that
but life

yes life itself

has become
routine at best and backdrop at worst