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1984-07-25 For Gerda

Wednesday, July 25th, 1984

 

                  For Gerda

 

      We walk by ...we touch ...we speak
        rivers form and merge, divide and entwine
        deep waters running
      like music with no beginning ...and no end.

 

      We are one thing ...and we are two, at once
        my sister, my lover, my mother, my friend
        we drink and the cup ...the cup never empties
      until we sleep.

 

      We talk and laugh ...and we cherish the ground
        like children who have found a magic place
        everything under our hands and eyes
      becoming God ...in us ...complete.

 

                           gallagher
                           25 july 84
                           irvine

 

 

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1984-07-27

Friday, July 27th, 1984 

      To be profoundly accepting
      one has to be profoundly convinced
      that acceptance is the better way.
      And to gain such a deep conviction
      one must try acceptance
      in small increments for some time.
      For to believe too soon
      is an act of blind faith
      and to wait for proof before beginning
      is an act of logical folly.
      Material learnings come to us
      as increments and semesters,
      so spiritual learnings have their
      arithmetic, algebras and calculi too.
      The faith to begin for a goal undefined
      is a faith in both God and reason both.
                        gallagher
                        07-27-84
                        Irvine

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1984-07-29

Sunday, July 29th, 1984 

      There she sits…with a son signed up for Christ
      and husband lost in mystic irrelevance
      and another son still growing,
      God knows what he’ll become.
      She’s from the simple small town people
      and she just wants to draw a circle around us
      with the family gathered inside
      full of babies and love and our years together.
      It must seem like its all unraveling to her sometimes
      that those she loves don’t find her dreams enough,
      aching wait… “Will they all leave me?
      Can what I believe in  be so unimportant to them…?”
      Tiring through the years, her passions run shallower now
      her ex-husband no longer some magic against the future
      but just a long swell of disappointment
      a wave that passed into a slowly ebbing dream…
      a slowly ebbing dream …
      and her son, her son reborn in Jesus,
      her baby, at fourteen.
                        gallagher
                        29 jul 84
                        Irvine

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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