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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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1985-09-03

Tuesday, September 3rd, 1985 

      3 sept 85
      Dear Lord,
           I begin, today, with prayer.  In his sermon Sunday, Homer said
      prayer is not a matter of quality but rather of quantity.  I’m not
      sure I believe that but he did get me thinking about prayer in
      general.  I’m asleep so much of the time.  I remind myself
      sporadically to wakeup and then, just as quickly, I’m asleep again.
      What Homer helped me see is something I’ve seen before and then
      forgotten. And that is that by setting aside some time each day to
      speak to you I am helping myself to stay awake spiritually.
           So, Lord, what will I say to you?  That I want to commune with
      you, whatever you are.  That I want to open myself, through prayer
      and in general, to those subtle urgings you may give me.  I want to
      spend a part of each day thus.  I want this to become a continuous
      thread of introspection and dialogue.  I want to awaken spiritually
      and become….  Become what ever it is that such awakening can lead
      me to be.  Speak to me, Lord.  Speak through me, clean my eyes and
      make me a deep pool of reflection and compassion.  Waken me and help
      me fulfill whatever purpose I may have.
           I sit here now a bit sleepy as the day’s work begins.  About to
      plunge into the details and absorbtions of my work and life.  Help me
      do them well.  Help me to will it so.  And help me, when the hours of
      absorption have claimed me, to awaken back to this deeper thread.  I
      want to connect these moments like an endless chain until they become
      the ground against which my life’s details are painted.
                                       gallagher
                                       3 sept 85
      – a prayer

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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