1985-12-23

         Lise
         December 23rd.  I’m looking at a rock
         on my desk, from Mexico.
         Iron brown, lava, and dull.
         I remember the sunlight as I picked it up;
         Every sense and emotion hitting pleasure.
         I look at it now …
         like a poem written in passion;
         it holds the feeling still.
         Today, it’s gray outside … you’re in Mexico again.
         And tomorrow my confusion and pain
         will drive me to Seattle
         to find shelter from these storms
         you’ve unleashed in me.
                              gallagher
                              23 dec 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-12-23

         I’m lost in a jungle of Karmic comebacks
         and pain.
         Like multiple windows I watch and move through
         several stories in these shattered months
         of November and December …
         Was I too weak, too strong, too honest or too
         dishonest?
         Am I reaping what I’ve sowed as punishment
         or is God helping me to the freedom I need to grow?
         I believe he wouldn’t give me more than I could handle
         but I temper this with recognition of what
         He thinks possible.
         After all, He calls many of us to face our deaths
         knowingly.
         Nothing I have could escape Him if He wished it;
         health, sanity, love, family … and life itself.
                                 gallagher
                                 23 Dec 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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