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1985-03-28

Thursday, March 28th, 1985 
            Rich beyond all measure
            we stand blind in the midst.
            The light of God shines through us
            and around us in every form
            and we go aching
            from mood to mood
            and place to place
            in search of His peace and joy.
            He must smile with compassion
            at children such as we
            who, in the wheat fields of His love,
            cannot find the harvest
            nor simply love the sun.
                              gallagher
                              28 March 1985
            after yet another listening of Gibran's, The Prophet.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-04-21

Sunday, April 21st, 1985 
         I've seen this sincerity before.
           In Rajneeshism, in EST,
         in anyplace where people are seeking
           as if faith and sincerity
              were the only key.
         There's beauty there, honesty and compassion
           and in their hearts there's the warmth
         of being sure and right.
         Asian faces, Hindus, Christians, Moslems,
           Allah, Jesus, Krishna,
         temples, mosques, cathedrals,
           songs, tithes, offerings, ... and feelings.
         But, can it be so easy?
           Can one be right and another wrong?
         Can one feel their sincerity is genuine
           and, at the same moment, disbelieve another's?
         We are all children in this world
           so full of half truths and glimpses of God's patterns
         and ready to believe we have the whole truth
           the moment we find those who will agree.
         Ready to reject the others
           and feel that God has given US alone the truth
         when, in fact, we have stopped far short of the truth
           which must embrace us all
              as the children of God.
                                    gallagher
                                    21 April 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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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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