There is a quiet place

“Whatever gets you through the night”

― John Lennon

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night is not my friend these days

no “lay me down to sleep” refrains here

just an amazingly tired body

trying to sleep

but waking up

hour upon the hour

screaming

a mind frustrated and angry

impatient

(I never was a patient patient)

no escape from the silliness

or ugliness

of the day,

with its polarization

with all the free floating anger

hovering around,

and the “to do lists” that will never end

with the vain attempts to teach, and listen, and heal

while the Cliven Bundy’s of the world rake up

resentment, for their own nefarious purposes

one wants a place to go

where one can breathe

and pain is (at the very least) controlled

and people use their brains for the purpose

for which they were created

where anger and fear do not rule

not even my own

a place of quiet rest

in world where, for the moment, there is no rest

yes!

it does exist

at some level it is there

in the moment

in my soul

at the interface of human

and sacred

at the end of a breath

but there are days when way is narrow

and the gate is small

expand my soul O God!

fill me with love anew

 “that I may love what thou dost love,

and do what thou wouldst do.” (traditional hymn)