We are all seeking
the footbridge
back to God.
We wander,
sometimes near
sometimes far,
though choirs of angels direct our way.
God waits
for the moment that we
Finally
step on the bridge.
And then he runs to us
and wraps us up
in a big
bear hug.
(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz
We are all
kittens
living in
the Beloved’s
Divine house.
Running scared
from His
Divine feet
And from all
the strange
sounds.
(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz
There are places
in this world
where once-useful
objects
sit crumbling
or rusting away.
Nothing here
is permanent.
Don’t you think,
Dear Ones,
that it’s time
to find something
that is?
(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz
On hot days
Everything slows down
Everything becomes simple.
Stay cool.
This is the gift of the
Hot days:
It teaches us to
Listen.
Our bodies scream loudly
On hot days
“Drink water!
Stay cool!
Slow down!”
And our big, complex world
Becomes small.
And only the essentials
Remain.
The gift of
Hot days
Is to teach us there is
A core
At the center
Of our complex life
And when push comes to
Shove
Only the Core remains.
So it goes with your
Soul,
Which craves
But one thing
Though the one thing
Masquerades as many.
On a hot day
Your soul cries out
For Love alone.
(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017
Some
hide from the light.
Some
build
armored cathedrals
to darkness
With twisty mazes
containing
several
different
minotaurs.
But God…
Our wild
joyful God,
Is always
knocking out
skylights.
(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz
Confusion reigns
When I don’t pause
When I don’t stop
Discern
Which way is Up
Before paddling madly.
(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017
I know
That you will be
Home
Soon.
I wait with joyful longing
As you
Choose
To delay.
When?
Will it be today
That you decide
You can bear this suffering
(That suffering)
No longer?
Or will you delay
One more day
One more century
One more civilization
One more epoch.
Do you want to be
The Last
On board this train
My dear?
The darkness says yes.
I say no.
Whom will you heed?
(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017
I have a metaphor for you.
Seagulls flock
And scream
When you eat the chicken leg
In front of them
And disappear quickly
Once dinner is put away.
Do you see?
I will explain.
When you do
What you must
There will be
A thousand shrill voices
Longing to disturb you.
When you stop
They are satisfied.
The lesson?
Do what you must
Anyway.
(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017
It’s not-entirely-untrue
That you have
A God-shaped hole
In your life.
As a matter of fact,
You do.
But it’s not as small
As you think.
It’s God-shaped,
Yes,
And you-sized.
You are the God-shaped hole.
So, fill yourself with Love.
Fill yourself with Peace.
Fill yourself, your emptiness
With All Eternity.
Accept no substitute
For you cannot —
How could you be —
Satisfied
With anything else
Anything beyond
The Missing Thing
To begin with?
(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017
They’re always bidding you
To delay
Or return outright.
Lost keys,
No making change for a hundred,
And your vehicle!
Oh, the structural damage they’ve done
On the about-town joyride
They’ve taken you for
While you were distracted.
Upholstery trashed
Paint job ruined
Bumpers missing
Tires slashed
Gas tank empty
Why do you put up with this?
Sane people would complain
So loudly
With such elegance
And blasphemy
That God Herself
Would come running
With legions of angels
In the Vanguard
Clearing out
The valet parking for hell
And lighting
The now clear path
Home.
(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017
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