Apricocks...
Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes;
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
To have my love to bed and to arise;
-Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Death has taken you You who survived the horror of drowning survived your high minded brothers Noblesse Oblige The knights of Camelot Camelot as Jacqueline put it Well More than survived You changed the nation You enacted the dreams of your noble brothers You turned wealth and privilege into Work For the poor the disenfranchised the victims of Bigotry From the day my father amazingly voted for John F. Kennedy for President To the day in my high school Latin class When we heard murder To the day brother Robert Kennedy was shot down In the height of his love for and by so many People From those days to this As I have learned to admire your commitment To me as a gay man in the South To the cause of health for every citizen Even as death by cancer took you You have been the ideal the good American Statesman Jack Miller, 8-28-'09
You call inviting me to Your marsh Riverside We cannot bridge Secret public Instead across Savannah Storm spreads From the twelfth floor I see steel gray Shadows rain and lightning Bolting So many steeples poking Up into these shadows Wet aching Like our lovemaking
God the Gerund God is Being God is the unfolding of a flower
God is the nurturing of nature
Spinoza -- the naturing of nature
God is the experiencing of ecstasy
Loving is God
Living seeing understanding evolving
growing dying existing in memory Ascending rising like bread Swallowing a rare red wine
God is diving into the deep
Awakening from sleep's delusions The feeling and the burning with passion
Having compassion
Finally the arriving at the Beginning
Contemplating God is our realizing Of the ideal out of the real. --Jack 8/11/'09
