Happy Birthday, Funeral and Anniversary!

We don't emerge from our mother an adult

Death into Christ is not a quick exit

Though we can find a funky beauty in them both,
Neither is a pretty process

It's these new sensitivities that let me know I'm alive

They also that are going to help me survive

To remain in relationship you've got to "want it"

So, the Master was right in teaching us to pray: "give us our daily bread"

Such words stir up an awareness of our lack

Without that enlightenment we'd never come back

Which is what some--ironically--long for: a desire to end Desire

The pendant becomes concealed behind a shoulder

Better to wear it proudly in a vulnerable crevice;

The glimmer distracting from a shrivaling wine skin