still the prophecy comes not to pass
as the days unwind from the seeds of the promise
and the times of turmoil knot our insides
we do more than wait, but we obsess over that nothing
scant trails of almost news we follow, to leave us thirsting
the rain that does not come as sand trickles, drifts
we feel cheated, but cannot but hope
to wrestle with the clues that were to mean something
that were to mean everything
for there is a dream we all have dreamed
within it, the recipe for what it is to be human
of which we have had the barest of tastes
and the hint of the unmistakeable, invincible kingdom
bears the weight of such infinite possibility
that we walk centuries in the patience
waiting at the barest hinterlands of the dreaming
to prove we have always believed
Reflection
12:10am friday, 6th may
A woman goes to the tattoo parlour and asks the artist to tattoo Thanksgiving on her right thigh....Artist says "whatever you want lady"......She then wants the word Christmas tattooed on her left thigh...artist says "Whatever you want lady."....When finished the artist asks the lady why she wanted such strange tattoos......The lady says..."I'm tired of my husband complaining there's nothing good to eat between Thanksgiving and Christmas".....
Reflection