Letter to Spirits


my photo of Father John @ Christ Church- Hudson NY


In my dream…

priests give me hugs and kisses. None of them require I genuflect, or do penance for forgiveness.

The Lustenrings rush from
the wedding under the ‘el’ train on Jamaica Avenue in Richmond Hill to see Aunt Jeanne even though she and John Poland divorced after 17 years.

The gay nephew recalls my total acceptance of his unconventional choices. He divides his wealth 50/50 and finds a new partner who is also accepted as is.

Apparently, the spirit world is like that: timeless and equal. A circle of acceptance and honoring. A fiery flame of purity, a translation of Babel, a merging of cultures.

All the additions to the family welcome its newest siblings to give glory, laud and honor.

It’s like going to sleep and rebooting. Being held. Wrapped. carried as one.

I await patiently the revelation of glory.


Tongue Twister #41 Intimacy

Photo by Seth Snap


Into me see

Into you see.

Into God see.

Into destiny

Hu mil i ty
Third eye-see.

Glory be!
To see ‘n be free!

The Path to Glory

Yesterday I donated my old record collection: a combination of classical, popular, guitar, and children’s recordings.I listened to Marlo Thomas on the old turntable and waved “Goodbye”.
I can still say “Hello” again on the audio-tapes and cd’s, as well as call up the iTunes versions electronically. Enter: the Bose Players!
On all these devices, music is still the Path to Glory.

Illustrious radiance,
Magnificent splendor,

Resplendent delightful praise!

Majestic beauty,
Distinctive grandeur,

Exalted brilliant richness!

Divine rank,

Celestial supernal music.

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