God is never missing

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Always on

Always present

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Yet the greatest faith

Is the lack of it

Practicing love when it’s unreturned

Or so it seems

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Giving to the ingrate

Who seems to always want more

Living a life of servanthood

When all desires pull me elsewhere

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These are the marks of love unleashed

A love hidden deep in the dark night of the soul

Richer than the mystic who has affirmation

Stronger than the preacher with perceived truth and waves it like a flag

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For the lover who loves quietly and silently without reward

Is the truer one

Where sadness is felt but not transmitted

Where the recourse is another visit to the well

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In the hope Jesus will be there someday

Is it lost only if it missing

Or if I remember it is missing

And the reunion of found.

Is that reserved only for something I once owned

Nearby confusion harangued a soul,

Perhaps for 30 years, oscillating

And then, like a pleasant infection

Permeated from the walls to another place.

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The repair complete,

I found myself comprised of thoughts of others

And even love within,

So confused I could not tell where I started

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Or ended.

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The house in the woods had become the woods

And the woods disguised the house

So were complete …

As the artist intended

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Now the air and the water

Which nourishes life

For me and the plants

Have connected all in a silent, harmonic sound

A windchime of love, broadcasting its mystery.xxx

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Today the good air quality

Let’s us see each other

Feel each other

And though speech is unnecessary

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We glimpse the oneness in small locutions

The housecoat protects

and identifies

The work of the mammy

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Affirming an annunciation

To serve others

And God through them

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I dislike housecoats

Not for their purpose

Which alone is fair

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But for their disposition

As servants are of God alone

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All else being of man

Is the end of the line an abrupt stop;

Or a screeching, H1 pencil.