It’s OK

It’s OK to be gay,

It’s OK to be mad when someone wrongs you,

It’s OK to love someone, even when they don’t love you back.

It’s OK to see me for what I am,

It’s OK to be me,

It’s OK to want to kiss and hold me tenderly,

Even when I don’t deserve it.

It’s OK.

A Thin Place

Converging like a photograph I thought was good when taken,

We cannot find this expected place in the world. Now.

Observed as something to be holy,

Our eyes see it but we cannot record it.

The pixels don’t show its glory,

Just two dimensions,

When four were present.

Looking at a reminder, now disappointed.

But then others, which seemed bland,

Now excite my senses,

Revealing what is needed,

And showing me where I should be going.

Or where I’ve been.

At last, a glimpse is here,

This slight separation,

Between heaven and earth,

As God shines on this holy place.

For me to receive the photograph of His holiness.

So suddenly, I discover all places are holy.


Time and events rush and halt at the Stop sign of today.

Waiting for me to notice the traffic

Moving around me.


All those events are stopped in the now

Behind me.

Waiting for me to notice and understand them better.

Hundreds and Thousands

All of people I have met are suddenly at the door,

Not crowded,

Just patiently waiting their turn,

Not judging,

Just seem pleased to have met me.

I wonder if I did what God expected of me

When I met them,

Greeted and talked,

Provided counsel or peace to their life.

Or upset them in some way.

I wonder.

The Disappearing Past

Each event, the pouring of a coffee in Mundelein,

The nurse’s soothing touch on my father’s arm,

The first “I love you” heard,

Passing a driving test,

All merge into one.

There is no remembrance,

Just a return to the earlier part of the day,

Unseparated from now,

United by God,

Per His original design.

As angels, the spirit and soul are now free

Of Time and Space,

Limitless, Eternal.

So is now the traffic jam of my mind,

Cluttered with beauty and events.

No longer separated.