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1985-05-05

Sunday, May 5th, 1985 
      Sometimes like a vessel that just gets filled
      I have to stay up late and pay my bills.
      Open my heart all across the page
      and let the pains and fears and love come rage.
      Here, where the evening waits with me,
      my family's breathing is love indeed.
      And I'm here in a poet's home
      with dusty memories and my heart, alone.
      Oh, God, why did you give me these feelings here
      so I ache from love and the passing years.
      You gave me this vision and a hungry heart,
      so I'm a mystic, a lover, and a father; part.
      And here am I astride my years
      stumbling from blindness and my gaping fears.
      So, I bow my head and say, "Let the wind take all."
      I will seek the truth behind it all,
      even as I hear the sweet ground's call.
                              gallagher
                              5 May 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-05-05 Canada immanent

Sunday, May 5th, 1985 

                    Canada immanent
         Sometimes I cannot sleep at night
         got thoughts in my head in a cold arc light
                          … running around.
         Visions of potentials; people and time
         like and endless nightmare running in my mind
                         … a moving light
         Canada, like a lover that calls
         the faces of my children; how I love them all
                          … Lord, I’m trying
         In my mind I’m crossing over some line
         time lines running … families unwind
                             … a sharper time
         Lives and lovers are won and lost
         by decisions made in times so crossed
                          … I won’t do wrong
         And I bow, on my knees, to a God who cares
         to lead my hands in these affairs
                          amen …
                              gallagher
                              5 may 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-05-05

Sunday, May 5th, 1985

 

            A little boy has the chicken pox
              his skin comes boiling
            but its my heart
              that talks....

            He whines and twitches; it itches so bad,
              and I look at his skin and I just get mad.
            Love and anger, compassion and strain,
              I ache for his innocence, so small against pain.

            These moments are burnt of welling tears
              hard passages through my mortal fears.
            The love we feel, on this stage of death,
              for all the vanished children and we who're left.

            All this was mine, as I held his hand.
              As his little courage
                 struggled so hard to stand.
            All this was mine
              ...but, Dear God, I don't understand.

                                 gallagher
                                 5 may 85

 

 

 

 

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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