Love is the Answer (February 2015)









“The Light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness

apprehended it not.”

The Bible, ASV: John 1:5

I made an intent

To myself

It came from Spirit

From my soul

I do not watch

The news

Do not hear

Do not see


Rained upon


Blood spilled from


Who have done no harm

To anyone


But an email

Creeps onto my screen

I read it before

Realizing its contents

My bewilderment turns to


Bleeds through my


Into the core of my



From where I am


I no longer ask

Why     Why

Does it keep happening

I no longer


How a human being

Can inflict harm

Take life

From a fellow being

Even a child


I have no answers

Never did

I have no power

To stop these acts

But in faith

I ask

Can you love


Deep enough     strongly


To send your love

To everyone     everywhere

In our world

No matter who they


Can we try

Can you     can I


“Love is the answer

To every question” *


Love     Love     Loving

For me

Our Path to Peace


*A Course in Miracles


What My Ears See (1980)







When the telephone rings

I answer     hello?

Small child says hello back

In a patient mother voice

I ask


Who are you calling?

Who do you want?


Child’s garble forces me to attention

More questions


What is your name?

How old are you?


Child says she is Yvonne

She is four years old

Behind her voice

I hear raucous noise

From a television

It makes me think

Of a Jackson Pollock painting

A wild canvas of colors

With this child

In the middle of it


Where are you Yvonne?


I push my voice into the wires

Shove it against the TV racket

The tangle of colors

Into her ears


What city do you live in?

What street     what house?


I’m at …


Her words disappear into the shrillness

Of the TV

Swallowed up     unknown     unheard

Then clear as a piece of Lalique glass

She says


Are you coming to me?


A feeling of sadness begins

As I answer her


I don’t know where you are


Where are you?

Who is with you?


The chaos behind her becomes louder

The colors wilder     more violent

I raise my voice asking her



Yvonne     who is with you?


She pushes her voice into the telephone

Away from the clamor

Tells me


No one


Hangs up

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