nothing to be undone

"I made you to accomplish something specific that no one else can accomplish." Two Listeners

Miracle on Cape Cod

Please check out a video story of how a group of homeless people on Cape Cod came together to help each other find housing.

Reading God 1

On January 21, 2011 at 5:45 AM, I was visited by God.

He embraced me warmly as I lay alone in bed, and He shared two messages with me:

1. Be compassionate now.

2. Read my book.

These are my own faulty, human interpretations of the all-embracing feeling that He imparted at that moment. What follows are my attempts--very human attempts--to explain what this revelation means.

Let me say for the first of many times that I am only a teacher.

Grump and the Snow Day

The snow fell all day.

We were stuck in the house.

Then the electricity died

For our electronic mouse.

I sat there with Grady.

We sat there, we two.

And I said, "How I wish

We had something to do!"

No games on the Wii.

No batteries left.

So we put on our gear.

And went out in the drift.

And the snow was so high.

High

High

Higher

Than me

How can you play in snow

Two feet or three?

And then

Came by the plow!

How that plow made a mound
that made them say, "WOW!"

They dug

and they dug

But they could not see the street.

So they started to make castles

With ladders and sheets.

They packed all the ice.

They carved all the snow.

They made their own mountain

For sledding and dough!

Grady called all the neighbors kids

Out from their yards

And told them that sledding

Was awfully hard.

"No, it's not,"

said his friend.

"I'll show you my skill."

As Will dove right down

Head first on their front yard hill.

So Jack and Grady,

Willy and Dawn

Created their own ski lift

Right there on the lawn.

"No, you can't," said the neighbor,
the worried old grump.
"You can't charge for tickets.
On that little hump.
You can't sled there
or ski there
or ride that skateboard.
You'll skid on the road way
right into my Ford."

"Now, Now! Have no fear,"
said Grady with his bat.
"We'll just try some baseball
to add to this, stat."
"What stat?" asked his brother,
the Jack of his life.
"Not a stat like a number
or a count of Grump's wife?"

"No, no. Like a doctor, when
he needs something, NOW!"
"Quit it, stat!"
said Old Grump,
who looked like a cow.

"Have no fear!" said Grady
"I will not hit the ball!
I will just hit this ice
at the tow truck so tall!
I'll hit with this old stick
I'll hit with my bat.
I'll hit with this broom stick.
Hold on to your hat."

"Watch this one!
Watch this right now," said Grady.
"With a swing and a swoosh,
I'll clear off this bush.
I can knock snow balls over
the neighbor's house. Whooosh!
I can hit with a broom stick.
You can catch with your shovel
And look
We can play baseball
when it's not even fall.
Oh no!
It's the winter, the greatest season of all.

"Go inside
you might say.
You might say, 'get away!'
With your snowballs
and baseballs and games
that you play.
But I can't go inside.
I won't leave this lawn
with its covering of snow
for our shovels of brawn.
My brother is strong.
He'll clear the whole lot.
We'll shut down our ski lift
and make a sand lot.
We'll play the great game.
The game greatest of all.
The game that we call
wintertime baseball."

That is what Grady said
on that cold icy day.
Then he got hit with a lump
that wasn't quite clay.
Then Jack and Grady
began their flurry fight
As they threw at each other
everything white.

And the old grump slipped down,
slipped down on the ice.
As he yelled at the boys,
"Why won't you play nice?"
"Oh, no, should we help?"
said Jack to his brother.
"Should we help the old grump
or should we just call our mother?"

"Now look what you've done!"
said the grumpy old man.
"Now look at my arm.
And look at my head!
And look at my legs!
I must get to bed.
You boys wrecked my body
I am not mistaken.
You wrecked this old soul.
I will never awaken
from this sad nightmare.
First no electricity . . ."
"Well, you never had hair."

"You never had hair,"
said Grady to him.
"At least you can't lose something
that never was yours."
"What a child,"
said the grump,
rubbing his head.
"What a child . . .
At least you can
help me to bed."

And the boys helped the man
And, then, slow as a turtle,
they walked the man home
to meet his wife Myrtle.

As they slogged cross his yard,
the lights came back on.
"Now look at this trick,"
said Grady.
"Take a look!"

Then he got the steps clear
in a wink, with his shovel,
as Jack led the man
who continued to grovel,
"Oh, my wife's in the dark."
"No, she's not. Look at this
Your wife's on the phone,
finding something amiss."

"I will help you inside
You will see something new,"
said Jack to the man
as he pulled out his kazoo.
Old Myrtle was grateful.
She took off Grump's boots,
as Jack played on his pipes
a tune for kazoots.
"Noise, noise," said the man.
"I rather like it,"
said his wife to her husband
as the boys stomped their feet.

And Jack and Grady
knew just what to do.
Grady began singing
to Jack's quick kazoo.
They sang as old Myrtle
helped her husband change.
He changed from his clothing
but he still seem deranged.

"They should not be here.
When their mother is not.
Put them out! Put them out!"
said the man with the pot.

"It's tea," said old Myrtle.
"It's tea. And it's hot."
"Do you expect me to pour it
for these crazy tots?!"
Myrtle gave Grump a pat,
touched him soft on the head,
"Let's share some warm tea
Then for you, off to bed."

"Now, here is a game that I'll never like,"
said Grady.
"To nap is to miss out
on all the fun with my Trike."

And he pulled out a mini
A little, small thumb board
with three wheels beneath it,
for his hands to explore.
He jumped with his fingers
the little mint cookies.
He jumped across the table
and landed in Grump's mookies.

Then Jack and Grady
played with their trikes
as Grump hummed along
on Jack's Kazoo Mike.
Laugh. Laugh.
Tears. Tears.
The Grump went away
as he peeled back the years.
What was left was a child
who remembered to play.

Grump first dreamt of college.
He once went to Spain.
He thought of his Myrtle,
he met on a train.
Her dress was bright red.
He'd never forget it.
Now they still shared a bed
and a life time of credit.

Grump thought of their kids,
now away, well-past college.
He smiled and sighed
as he thought of their knowledge.
Then Jack settled down
settled down from his singing.
The boys listened with awe,
as Grump's story began ringing.

"Bells, Bells, Bells!" said Grump with a smile.
"The church bells and people
and cars lined for miles.
Our wedding," said he.
"with folks from all over.
The relatives and friends
tromped in cross the clover."
"You see," said Grump's wife.
"We got married in a pasture
A judge was presiding,
a speaker, such a master!"

"And when it was over,
you know what they did?
We cleared out the clover
and built us a house.
These yards that you see
all covered with snow,
our kids played there free
all games, to and fro."

"Our sons, now grown up,"
Myrtle said with a sigh.
"Our sons who come visit
when they want to fly."
"Fishing?" asked Grady.
"I love doing that.
I'll never forget how I caught
big Jack's hat."

Then Grady let a fly fly
from his invisible pole,
catching his arm
on the edge of the stove.
Down, down came the plates.
Down the plates with a clatter.
And Grump rose from his dream
to see what was the matter.

"Oh dear!" said Myrtle
"that ends our dream date."
As Jack scrambled to
clear crumbs from among
shattered plates.

So the boys headed out.
Out to Nature they went.
Leaving Grump and old Myrtle
hunched over and bent.

"That is good," said old Grump.
"Those boys went away YES!"
"They're gone," said his love
As she cleaned up the mess.
That mess was so big,
so wide and so wet.
"We'll never clean this up,
not even our pet."

And then!
Who came back to the door?
The two boys
leaving their boots and what's more.
"Have no fear of our troubles,"
said Grady and Jack.
"We'll clear this right up
with elbows and bubbles."

Then the boys cleaned right up
on their knees and their hands.
They picked up the cookies.
They picked up the pans.
And the milk, and the team
each one little drop.
And the saucer and cup.
Till each sud, it went pop.
They put each thing away,
in each little place
and, when they were gone,
they left no single trace.

Then the boys headed home.
Right home to their mother,
who worried at the door,
like each mother other.

"What did you do?
Where have you been?"
she asked with a stare
and not a hint of a grin.

Should they tell her about it?
What should they do?
Well . . .
What would you do
If your mother asked you?

Vision Lock brainstorm

Vision Lock Iphone or Droid ap

by Jeffrey Howell

copyright December 20, 2010

all rights reserved to Jeffrey Howell

Vision Lock: guaranteed to help you lock into your dreams

Iphone or droid ap

Text:
Initial Lines:

1. You are not procrastinating
2. You are using creative vision to lock into your dreams
3. I am not procrastinating.
4. I am using creative vision to lock into my dreams.

Repeated lines as you engage the ap:
The following lines scroll or run across the top of the screen at the beginning of each minute of the game:

1. I see my vision for the future.
2. I live my vision for the future.
3. I am making my vision for the future.
4. I am so happy and grateful now that I am achieving my vision for the future.
5. I am achieving my vision.

The following lines roll as you “play” the remainder of the minute:

1. I am my living my vision.
2. I am locked into my vision.

Visually, after the initial quick instructions,
the user has an opportunity to pick the calming or soothing image set that will slide across the stream during each 1 minute set.
Meditative music accompanies the image with a steady and noticeable beat, which pulses through the phone.
The user attempts to match the beat by pressing his thumb lightly on the bottom right or left corner of the screen. The beat varies slightly to challenge the user, but is never frantic
each minute interval reveals a new set of pictures and a different meditative sound.
For the competitively driven user, one can opt to keep score or not to see how many beats he matches.

The user can opt to select a set of images related to his or her vision:
Examples: a particular sport, eg. soccer, an image of a winning goal flashes steadily
someone dreaming about real estate can select images of fabulous houses
a person struggling with a particular issue, e.g. smoking cessation, can select images that discourage smoking or encourage the healthier lifestyle associated with not smoking.

The AP cannot be played for more than 10 minutes, after which the images and sound freeze and the user sees the message: “Time to make it real”

The payment plan:
AP downloaded for free and played for a week
Payment is typical 1.00. Purchaser can select from menu of non-profits to support with his/her dollar. Purchaser can select to donate more to the cause as s/he sees fit, given the success of the product when it helps her achieve her dreams.

Earnings derived from the product will be divided as follows:
5% to Jeffrey Howell--idea developer
20% to AP designer
5 % to marketing
70% to Homeless not Hopeless, Inc, or big non-profit with largest member base on Facebook for quick market saturation as the default for all contributions. After initial 30 days of AP launch, other non-profits can select and promote the AP among their members and receive the 70% of AP payment.

Big potential push by promoting among non-profits with large numbers of membership.





Opening Page

Text:
“In life, you get what you look for.
The Vision Lock App trains your mind to lock into your vision
Playing this App tunes your mind and body to play the same song as your dreams”
Options:
Press * 1 Relax and focus your heart
Press * 2 Go for your dreams”

1 activates the standard form of the app
2 leads to a menu by which the player can select images appropriate to his/her aspiration

Second page for standard (free of charge) form of the app
Text:
“When you press play, music will begin, images will pass across your video screen and your device will vibrate at 15 beats per minute.
Focus your mind on the images, relax with the music and tap your thumb on the screen to the beat.
As you engage, slow down your heart to match your thumb. Let your creative mind tune into what will make you achieve your dreams.”

Payment page
* play free for 1 week
* play for 6 months for a dollar w/.75 going to a selected charity
* play for 6 months and engage in the “Vision Lock” referral incentive program for $1.50

Referral Incentive Program page
For $1.50
.25 goes to App developers
.75 goes to selected charity
.25 to person who referred you
.05 to each level of the referral chain until final .25 is split

Pay for the cost of the App with 6 referrals!

god sent me XLIV

"Are you ready to live apart with Me? In the world, yet apart with Me. Going forth with Me to rescue and save." Two Listeners

I'm going to buy another house

For a week end

I'll buy a house for my friends

And some beer

We'll drink Heinekens

And spend time till the End

And we'll never have a worry

Or a fear.

The snakes in the garden of our Eden.

The people in the street with their tears.

Our children love our new homes.

They're free!

While the men and women

live in the wooded prison

The prism surrounding our Paradise.

god sent me XLIII

"I am with you to guide and help you. Leave your foolish fears and trust in Me."

On giving up my foolish fears

And loving all for all,

The one in me quakes

Shaking my bowels

Quivering my fingers

Drying out my mouth

Chapping my lips

Leaving my eyes dry

Vision blurred.

So I close my eyes

And speak

Recite to him my stories

The commandments come:

Watch,

Listen,

Feel,

Care,

Act.

STAND seminar

20 minutes: Power of Now--putting compassion to work in your every day organization

20 minutes: Crisis into opportunity--training in turning your groups toughest issues into growth opportunities

20 minutes: Creative visioning--regularly employing intentional seeing to help achieve reach objectives

HW)

Personal:

1/2 hour of reading each day

15-30 minutes of visioning exercises every day

Organizational:

set explicit near term and long term goals for your school's organization

approximate STAND national's goals in your own

Metabolize and catabolize 1x a week (grow good ideas and prune ineffective ones)

1 minor event per month, such as a coffee house or teach-in w/special guest

1 major event per semester

double the size of your group by end of Sept 2011

double STAND'S global size in terms of active groups by next national meeting

god sent me XLII

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Pike

I am a moth

drawn so close to the light

I must love it back.

god sent me xli

"I shower Love on you. Pass Love on." Two Listeners

The finest breath

She ever took:

Puffing on a cigarette

Talking on the phone

Long distance

Always long distance

The reaching out to people

Not physically there

Not ghosts, not ciphers;

Digitized entities

1's and 0's, travelling across light

on fiber optic then across the air

A shorter distance from the tower to

The card in the phone to the hand

Shaking,

Sitting on the cold porch

In winter,

Inches from the Marlboro

Red

Smoking

god sent me XL

"Life knows no greater Joy than you will find in conversation and companionship with Me." Two Listeners

Every person is a clue in God's colossal quest

Every person has a story to sort out their mess

These poems are meant for God, and not for Thee

You sad, disallusioned atheist who used to be me

Thank you for waking me up each Night

Thank you for showing me the Way

Thank you for each breath as a prayer

Thank you for my old nay-sayer

Because part of the way is both/and/or

The option that's not an option/nor/

And if I hadn't had the angry, colossal doubt

Then I wouldn't have been God's poet and scout

Even as I write these words with Hand-guided pen

I wonder if You'll leave me alone with my Zen

But the East is only half God and I'd be sad

For Christ's sacrifice completes me, as much as my Dad

god sent me xxxix

Something about Legos
Brings a mind together

The plick and plock
The brick and block

Snapping, sorting
Sorting, snapping

Find, follow, play
Assemble, try, play

Make, cause to be
Apart, more cause for me.

god sent me xxxviii

Battle and guess

Pray and press

Shift unlock

Then it pops

The puzzles

The puzzle of life

god sent me xxxvii

When is the thing itself

Not the thing itself?

Under close inspection

A witch is not a witch

A table is not a table

but some well-spaced molecules

Having the appearance of a solid.

god sent me xxxvi

Life is an open-book test: the book

The Bible

god sent me xxxv

Spoken to by Demons that

you'll never see

Angels and Demons and ghosts on the why

Languages and languages; time's unto end

We seek and we learn in time of our own

But you better watch out,

He's coming to town!

Tongue-tied and twisted

We're just Earth-bound misfits

Aye!

god sent me XXXiv

Divinely inspired poetry
From rib, from breath, from Thee

god sent me xxxiv

Perpetually counting chickens

Before they've ever hatched

Always looking forward

Never looking back

There's God

Where's God

Behind your Santa sack?

Oh, Santa Claus

Jolly St. Nick

What if your process

Was all it took?

god sent me XXXiii

God yuthens

Merlin's twins

Jump off one

From skin to skin

Not no virus

Too much sap

As rich as

The placenta sac

Jump, jump, flee, flee

Are we all just

Energy

Matter in disguise?

god sent me xxxii

Tingle, tingle, snap, pop

Little Neurons fire

Tiny synapse lapse

Jump, jump from thought to thought

Mind to mind

Mine to mine

God's mind to mine

Boom, pop, snoosh, snack

Mach, frosh, frish, fash

Yum, yum, yum, yum

It's on every single, every single

Every single piece of life

Every tingle

Every snap

Every twig

Every sap

Calling, calling to death, to life

Calling you to be my wife.

god sent me XXXI

Lightning bursts of brain cells

Faster than gazelles

Drive us ever forward

Forward like small snails

Our laughter and our crying

Our mixed up foul-breathed lives

Send us on a journey

With lots of jumps and dives

Is it all for purposes,

Predicate and noun verb clause

Or are we all a jumble

Like a baby and a dog

I may not have the answers

But then again I might

It's God who's watching

Over me morning, noon, and night

These aren't some modern somethings

Not poems that rhyme or rap

Just a collection of my lightning

Spread out before a nap.

god sent me XXX

Through the looking glass

Again and again

Inside, outside, Fend, Fend, Fend

Don't push of

Don't be afraid

He's here for you

It's all God's Way.

god sent me xxix

The lens of water

Not far from

The awful lens of God

It bends what's in your vision

It hides things from afar

There be dragons

Over there

Beyond our sure insight

These things we must

Slay at all

Costs with all our might

And back at home

In swimming pools

In Ponds, in lavatories

You see the falseness of your view

And forget it to a tee

For we can't see

As God does see

As things they truly are

For our eyes are clouded by

Longing for our self with Thee

quantum knowing

Check out this article to learn about quantum knowing in the world.

gsm xxix

Shadow self is brother
Sister shadow self inverted
Brother shadow self friend
Lover shadow self mind
Ashes to Ashes
We all fall down
Christ's here, Christ's here
Rise again

Then we should be in awe
Every single day

gsm xxviii

Is a word search random?
Is a man-made maze?

Unfold yourself, oh Lord,
The Revelation is at hand.

The Quantum Code to be unlocked
Through hand-held devices

We already own
Only for good. Only for God.

Thank you Jesus

gsm xxvii

"Slay the self." Two Listeners

Every case is terminal
There's no easy way to go
One stop, no waiting
In the passing to and fro

gsm xxvi

"Slay the self within that hinders progress and prevents the flow of My invigorating Life and Spirit." Two Listeners

There's nothing coming up
In the news of the day

So you'd better watch it just
To see who passed away

A shooting in the city
A steady tone of death

It keeps the news biz running
From the edge of every cliff

The hangers, the bangers,
The Indian Chiefs

Some fear of sufferings for
Everyone jonesing for the shift

From happiness to sadness
From lightness to the void

The shifts, the shift is on for
The light of the cosmoid

god sent me xxvii

Possessed by the Love of God

we walk the Mobius strip

Around we go

Shadows to and fro

Who's leading, who's behind

God front, God back, God, God, God

god sent me XXVI

Call to your spouse through

your major motion picture maker

Call slowly in a loving voice

This is

This is

This is

This is

Us making

More than us

This is touching the infinite

This is us calling God

God, God, God, Yes, Yes, Yes

god sent me XXV

Dobie's Socks

They saved him: HP, from the grave

god sent me XXIV

Jesus said at Matthew's end

Do not be afraid

O Holy Spirit

O Holy Night!

Silent night

O, sacred night

How I pray to thee!

"Teaching them to observe all things

That I have commanded you; and lo,

I am with you always even to the

end of the age." Amen

Not Kingdom come

His will be done

Here, right here in heaven

Forever, and ever, amen.

god sent me XXIII

Good morning we say

To God

When the Son/Sun rises

Aknathon/Jesus

god sent me XXII

The Saints are still among us

In the names that people say

St. Thomas and Acquinas

St. Andrew of today

St. James is your good friend

Walking down the street

Who stops to help a child

Struggle to his feet

St. Bart is an old special

One who's been forgot

Though, ask him out to tennis

And he's sure to care a lot

St. Peter, oh St. Peter

Oh, I've seen you every day

Welcoming my old friends

Home, from life, to play

god sent me XXI

"Listen to Me. Love Me. Joy in Me." Two Listeners

The left side of the brain

Balanced and upside down

It's written in the magic

It's written in the frown

It's all about the answer

Concrete sequential: now

Let's get the job done right

We just can't forget the cow

The ruminant. It ruminates.

It discovers in a while.

It wanders through one chamber

Thought then works it out in style.

god sent me XX

"Breathe in My Spirit. If given free entrance and not blocked by the self, it will enable you to do great works." Two Listeners

1. Be. Compassionate. Now.

Submit yourself to the higher power of caring together, being compassionate right in this moment. We all care. Now we must care together. This facebook page is not an act of slactivism. It's not another collection of narcissistic ramblings demonstrating our easy-answer of excessive consumer-driven self-love. It is a call to action.

2. Out of great suffering comes great achievement. Right now, I am reeling from the events in Arizona. Congressman Gabrielle Gifford should not suffer in vain, nor should the family and friends of the shooting victims. We must turn the anger into something good and Love the Bad Guy Out of Business.

3. The Trinity of Love ends with adding more people to share in the good. We must recruit like it's a part-time job. We must get as many of the 1/2 billion people on Facebook to sign on to the Power of Love campaign as possible. Set a goal for yourself of 10 people a day and stick with it.

4. Play. Play without electronics. This thing in front of you and all its cousins is partly to blame for our problems. What has been advertised as a great convergence, bringing us together with technology, has, in actuality, been dominated by things that cause anger and divisiveness, like so many late night Call of Duty soldiers.

Play 1/2 hour each day without electronics, with other people, with other children.

Play cooperatively or competitively in a cooperative spirit. Then, and only then, come on-line and post in concise form to share your passion for your play. Post on what you love and that love will compound.

5. Accentuate the positive; limit the negative. This is not Pollyanna. This is not Pangloss. We can not gloss over war and poverty, drugs and conflict. But we can focus on the positive and let the love of what's good--the power of love--overcome the love of power.

Hate exists, but we can't extinguish it by focusing on hatred because thoughts are things and thoughts become reality.

Post, post and inspire more posts for all the good that you do in the name of love.

6. Read 1/2 hour a day. Post your recommendations and what you learn.

One of the most positive and powerful organizations to come out on the web in the past 10 years was the HP Alliance. Harry Potter fans shared their love of those fabulous novels, and then went out and did good works in the name of Dumbledor's Army. Let's expand that spirit, spreading the power of love to millions of people via Facebook.

Lets spread the Power of Love until the story of America changes. The story will not be of strife but of sacrifice. The story will not be of cynicism but of hope. The story will not be of hate, but of Love.

From this point forward, we will live by the Power of Love.

Let the Power of Love campaign begin

PS. This should never be a forum for get-rich-quick or weight loss schemes. No schemes just Love.

god sent me XIX

"Absorb beauty. When the beauty of a flower or tree is impressed on the soul, it is reflected back in your actions." Two Listeners

Not a Suicide Note

The advice you give another

is always for yourself

Go to bed, get some sleep

or you'll be taken from the shelf

Of some high rise

or some cliff's edge

From where your friends stand

calling out,

Offering help that

They've no place for in their

own sheltered lives

Looking to that point

Back from which they've

already come

To which you're going

together

From which you'll live

happily or sadly

ever after

god sent me XVIII

And on the final day

The television played to an audience of no one.

Spreading venom to the last uninterested person

Injecting hate and fear into the subconscious minds

Of a generation that didn't care

god sent me XVII

Safety

I will learn lessons today

that I didn't know

I needed to learn

I pray that they'll be happy

not sad, or mad, or stern

Whether driving in my car

Or Walking cross the lawn

There's a mishap out there waiting

like the sun at break of dawn

It's inevitable as the sunrise

On cloudy, dark or clear

Days that we'll all experience

Through the lens, the nurse, the ear.

We must live as we're living

Calling forth our lives

With the lessons of our Fathers

or our Mothers or our Wives

Ringing in the ear

Lashing of the tongue

Let's all go drive safely

Before the next lesson's begun

god Sent Me--Part XVI

Every story

Another side

Every coat

Another hide

For every snow storm

There's a plow

For every glass of milk

There's a cow

god Sent Me--Part XV

Who's crying now

Frantic with despair

Her actions wringing out

The hands of all who see

her, twisting, twisting on a

string?

A noose, a yo-yo, a promise?

What will it turn out to be?

Around the neck

Around the finger or

Around the hope for something better?

Dear, dear God

May you set her right for me

May I lay down the correct words

to make, to let, to be

One,

One vision of you

god Sent Me--Part XIV

Every breath of advice

you give to others

is meant for yourself

Give whine, get bread

Give bread, get wine

The blood and the body

not the

mud and the body

god Sent Me--Part XIII

To the memory of Rob Cooke

The Enlightened One

He sits in the back of the classroom,

waiting.

Waiting for a turn to speak

Without seeming to preach

Waiting for a time to say

Without giving it all away.

Waiting for a time to go.

Without working a show.

Waiting for a time to try

Without yelling goodbye

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Then up shoots the hand, the Enlightened One's

fingers stretching politely to the sky, or, at

least locally, to a water sprinkler in the ceiling.

The name called, the voice too soft, too proud

but still his own.

He speaks,

And having spoken leaves all around him mystified,

Except the teacher, who smiles knowingly.

Hello, myself, He says, Nice to meet you again.

god Sent Me--Part XII

So close to the veil

We sit

Unaware

Soon, it may be taken down

Revealing what we spent our life

trying not to see

Not Death's face

Not our own

But God's.

God's face, before then,

Lost in a torrent of internet signals

God's face, until then

Kept hidden in figurative forms

God's face

Smiling, all along,

With one sacred, unmistakable message:

Love

god Sent Me--Part XI

The Unbroken One

Began with a long head start

Not on a program

But on a promise

Not a system

but a situation

In Gethsamane, you waited for the passing of the time

In Gethsamane, you waited for Mark's eternal rhyme

And while the Disciple's slept, unaware of God's imminence

You pressed and pressed for an answer from his Eminence

He'd been with you since before He turned water into wine

He'd set the star above your bed leading wise men from all time.

He'd waited for you, since well before your birth

and he stood watch on the Hill as you awaited your last breath,

His hand out, saying, "Yes, Yes, I have not forsaken thee."

god Sent Me--Part X

Forced Family Fun

Boom. Boom. Boom

Goes the nervous doggy's heart

As Mother and Son work to clean

The Doggy's face

The Dog who can't go backwards

With her name--Hannah;

The Boy who can't go backwards

With his thoughts that so recently

Led him to embrace the Light of God;

The woman looking face to face with

All who care so much for her:

The dog, the son, and God himself

Always glancing down with the

gravest concerns

God, dog, God, son

God, God, God, God

god Sent Me--Part IX

On God's green Earth

Why do I have to pick up the butts

of smokers since passed?

When I am a just a child of waves

and waves and smiles

Why all this truck for me

without a taste of liberty

from faulty pops

and pick up stops

that send me on my way

god Sent Me--Part VIII

The Saints are all around you,

Like a turtle in the grass;

They keep us from our selves,

Letting danger pass.

But when we drive too fast

Or get caught on the wrong wave

They drive us home

In solemn tone

Alive for another class

god Sent Me--Part VII

Explaining Divorce to a Child

Opposite's attract

It's not the lonely's myth

From magnet's tails

Set end to end

We straighten the world adrift

From time to time

We catch a rhyme

That pulls us ever closer

Then divorce apart

In fits of grime

The taste has turned too bitter.

god Sent Me--Part VI

By an adult

My trouble with phones

I'm never home

So I answer all the time

I talk and text

Look up what's next

And duck under the real world

My real focus is lost in stress

Of what might be or never

Thus for me,

I'll never see

The infinite joy I miss

Elmer Fudd reveals the deepest mystery of the universe

Elmer Fudd's poem:

God's pwayers crumb twue

God's pwayers crumb twue

God's pwayers crumb twue

god Sent Me--Part V

Something's are easy

Something's are hard

Some people use plastic

Some send a card

Whatever your heart says

Whatever, which way

You must take the road there

Together Today

god Sent Me--Part Iv

"To the listening ear I speak. To the waiting heart I come."

Two Listeners

Man's More Obvious Purpose

for my six year old son, who loves this poem

It may not be in the cards today.

It may be never was

But right or wrong

or Left or Right

He left us all the time

to be

alone with you

I am less and you are more

God's way's a mystery

For us each day

We laugh and play

In time to make some poo

god Sent Me--Part III

"Just go step by step. My Will shall be revealed as you go." Two Listeners

Recipe for a smart child:

Parallel play

Triangle play

Team play

Music play

Love your art, so you can do

What you love

Art is love is music is hope is

PEACE

And we are all together

Right Now

God sent me

God sent all of us.