Educated by the Sister's of the Immaculate Heart of Mary and the Brother's of St Patrick, Professors in the San Fernando Valley and the State University of California in Los Angeles. I value the influences that flew under the radar. Early on there were the nuns who showed me the lovely prints of Corita Kent, the lay teacher that had me listen to the music of Dave Brubeck and the brothers who had us find meaning in the words of a poet named Bob Dylan. My journey has lead me to an appreciation of the arts and I have found inspiration in the expression through words. I know there is truth and beauty to be found in the creative and it is there I will find the Creator.
I walked on these stones that try men’s hearts to find a way to the large silver doors.
Opened, refined, purifying doors leading me to a love for which I long.
The earth is glowing golden hues and biding me to come on through.
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while driving in the early hours of the day,
love meets me in my front seat.
red tail lights, my burning bush,
white head lights, my pillar.
we meet on holy ground.
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“Arms to the side,
widen the road to my heart,
walk into my life,
into my being,
penetrate, season, saturate,
and flavor me…”
the prophets spoke of hope for the one that would bring conquest over oppression,
the one that would restore a nation,
the one that would finally bring peace,
where is the significance for me now?
It seemed that I was lifted as I was taken to that thin place, on a roller coaster, feeling the highs and the lows, wanting to remain, reminded of my inadequacies while imagining immense proficiencies.
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Do you see the power that is oppressing me?
Have you heard the pundits saying who and why I am?
Do you, can you understand the language of my pain
Do you know if this sin will ever wipe itself away?
Listening to the questions of life at the table of discord.
Black, white, subjugate, indignant.
I took the spot by the still water where children came to play.
Screaming, jumping, running, taking in all the excitement of their day.
I knew the inevitable that would follow as the children left.
Silence fell and in the silence was the stillness of God.