UNBROKEN

July 8th, 2023, 5:15 a.m.

I sit in a small closet.  Wherever I am on the road I always prepare a place to meet with The Most Glorious Ancient of Days.  The night before I ready it for the next morning with The Ancient Text, other readings, (currently, Thomas Merton’s Seven Story Mountain and William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and of Experience), a good coffee cup which I travel with, and my computer for writing.  I am currently there.  We leave at 7:00 this morning, flight to Minneapolis, then on to Nashville getting in at 5 this afternoon.  It is bittersweet.  I sit in here and daydream of us all living here on a spreading ranch. 

All good things must come to an end, the bucket of living water drained.  It is now July 9th, 2023, 7:51 and I sit again with God trying to be as good a son as I can.  I have stepped out of the stream again.  All my children have gone their separate ways, to lovers and children, to dreams and lives that do not include me and my lover, we, their maker.  We all held hands in the breaking circle at the doors of Nashville’s airport and prayed our prayers of thanksgiving, we kissed each other on the cheek, hugged those lingering hugs of goodbye, looked those long looks to see the last looks, and turning… were engulfed back into our old world.  And these three remain faith, hope, and love, and the greatest of these is love…in our UNBROKEN CIRCLE!