Missing You

The waves of the sea 
are not more eager
to reach the shore
than I am
to reach you.


The ocean
is in my bed.

Crossing to Avalon

Once we enter [the labyrinth], ordinary

time and distance are immaterial,

we are in the midst of a ritual and a 

journey where transformation is possible;

we do not know how far away or 

close we are to the center where meaning

can be found until we are there; 

the way back is not obvious and we

have no way of knowing as we emerge 

how or when we will take the experience 

back into the world until we do.

There are no blind ends in a labyrinth,

the path often doubles back on itself,

the direction toward which we are facing

is continually changing, and if we

do not turn back or give up we will 

reach the center to find the rose, the

Goddess, the Grail. To return

to ordinary life, we must again travel

the labyrinth to get out, which is also a 

complex journey for it involves integrating

the experience into consciousness,

which is what changes us.

-- Jean Shinoda Bolen

Labyrinth in the Grace Cathedral, San Francisco

The People´s Prayer

... You have been with me from the earliest rocking of
my cradle up until this present moment.
You know our heart, our Father,
And all de range of our deceitful minds.
And if you find anything like sin lurking
In and around our hearts,
Ah ast you, my Father, and my wonder-workin´ God,
To pluck it out
And cast it into de sea of fuhgitfulness,
Where it will never rise to harm us in dis world
Nor condemn us in de judgement.
You heard me when Ah laid at hell´s dark door
With no weapon in my hand
And no God in my heart,
And cried for three long days and nights.
You heard me, Lawd,
And stooped so low
And snatched me from the hell
Of eternal death and damnation.
You cut loose my stammerin´ tongue;
You established my feet on de rock of salvation
And yo´ voice was heard in rumblin´ judgement.
I thank Thee that my last night´s sleepin´ couch
Was not my coolin´ board
And my cover
Was not my windin´ sheet.
Speak to de sinner-man and bless ´im.
Touch all those
Who have been down to de doors of degradation.
Ketch de man dat´s layin´ in danger of consumin´ fire;
And, Lawd,
When Ah kin pray no mo´.
When Ah done drunk down de last cup of sorrow,
Look on me, yo´ weak servant who feels de least of all.
Point my soul a restin´ place
Where Ah kin set down and praise yo´ name forever
Is my prayer for Jesus´ sake
Amen and thank God.