In Holocaust

photo by Douglas
What’s the biggest love you ever had?
The receipt is in the bag,
and you’re probably
torn apart by it.
Good how you doin’?
That’s the ode of life,
our first knowledge of it.
You can’t get over its size.
It jumps out and bites you all the time.

There’s somethin’ here.
Your love has nothin’ to do with it.
It’s a list of hard.
You can never reach it.
Look at the dog.
That’s payment of love let me tell you.
The point of this
somethin':
Donny get your head out of your ass.
Get so close
makin’ it look
like people look,
hear their voices,
hide their fears,
and they are the lovers of your life.

You want me to tell yah
this dangerous love?
You look
awful.
Do it,
love you in the perfection of love’s care,
and you’re this simple little organism
that must awake to itself
as the horseman,
that you are the starship,
you are the unicorn,
that shatters time and all barriers
to arrive back at the house
the One,
who wears time as his robe
and space as his molecule.

Ever the mystery of God finds God,
and God himself is a station of the One,
created before time began.
He bids you a self-discovery bigger than himself
but that can fit into an atom and a plant
or any ring around the rosie,
but only the human being can make it real to itself.
The dog just loves its master.

Now I am clothed in time,
but I have worn this identity
in an unimaginable sphere,
and that brief moment has determined all my life.
I have to deal with God’s love
putting me on those tracks again,
day in and day out,
and I have been given a load to bear
that makes me hated by you.
Only the most exceptional people,
and they are few,
will make my life easier
with their care and concern,
give the comfort you get every day
from friends and family.
I am almost completely alone in this world,
and I don’t think you can grasp this isolation
it hurts so.

So I have taken the world
what to make of it,
and I have found God.
Wrapped in unimaginable mystery,
he holds my hand
and lets me see things you don’t
and gives me keys to man’s change,
and I can still love my boy
and my best friend
and my dogs.
I can still love the world.
I can love mankind.
I can love it all
because I have gone through a holocaust of human abandonment,
and I discovered what love is.
God is love my friend.
God is love.

5 thoughts on “In Holocaust

    1. You are one of the handful of exceptional people I speak about in the poem, the main one actually. Your influence is keeping my poet alive and your profound goodwill is simply extraordinary in these very troubled times. Thank you so very much.

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