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Some seek
to write about this world
perfectly.
Realism.

Some build
elaborate beautiful
unlikely worlds.
Fantasy.
(Dragons
are a sure sign,
though
there are others.)

But neither of these
describe reality,
and this world
doesn’t
either.

This world
was built
when a peaceful garden
was deemed
too boring
to contain us,
and we wanted
an adventure.

(The tree was a lie.
A later addition
by some unknown
dramatist.
The snake, however,
is still very cunning.)

We have all had
many
varied
contradictory adventures
since then,
some quite horrible.
For when we were trying
to get home,
we lost our way
and wandered
into nightmare.

God has put up
all manner of signs
to guide us,
no matter who
or where we are.

They look vastly different
depending
on whether we are lost
in the desert
or the swamp
and on what kind of body
and life experience
we happen to be
carrying with us
this time around.

All of them say
in various languages
spoken or not
Love. Always Love,
My Dear.
Love will guide You Home.

(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz

Seeking

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

Seriously?

We seem to have picked up
the bad habit
of dividing into teams.

Us Vs Them.
Shirts Vs Skins.
Like after school
Basketball.

Except
it’s not just
a game,

and it’s not actually
The Superbowl For Your Soul.

God always wins
And You never lose.

But another bad habit
is that we treat
this wild
crazy
life

far
far
too
seriously.

(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz

What is Not There

Addicts
sometimes replace
one bad habit
with another.

Hard drugs
with cigarettes,

Alcohol
with nail biting,

TV watching
with internet addiction.

But this
is seeking
for what is not there.

Like a man
wandering lost
in Death Valley

Ignoring all
the flashing
neon signs:

OASIS →
THAT WAY!

It is time,
Dear One,
for you
to unstop your ears,
and listen.

The Beloved
will tell you
what to do.

His voice
at first
is much softer that
the angry screaming
you
have been listening to.

But if you listen
to Him only
the Desert
will
Bloom!

(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz

Bounded

Everything
seems to be
bounded

quite precisely.

Skin
is our sense organ,
and it keeps
our insides in
and outsides out.

But the moment
that you
and I meet
eyes,

I know
that we are all
really the Beloved.

(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz

Enough

Sooner
Or
L  a  t  e  r . . .

Each soul
Decides

ENOUGH

With this pussyfooting around
In this line dance
Where I’m taking all the kicks.

Enough!

With this numb-skulled
Daze
I’ve backed myself into.

I want peace.
I want joy.

I
WANT
GOD

(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz

A Torturous Drama

The child frets
Tossing and turning
Moaning and thrashing
Caught up in the nightmare
Yet the Mother smiles.
Continuing her cooed litany
“You are safe, little one
You are safe, my darling,
You can wake up now,
Sweetheart, you can wake up.”
The Mother smiles because she knows
The end is closer than the start
The nightmare is nearly finished.

Earlier, when he
Suffered in silence
Dying a thousand painful times
Killing a thousand others
In a torturous drama
In which he played
All the roles at once,
That was worse, perhaps.
Now, even though
He cries out
Because of the sweet agony
Of hearing the Mother”s Voice,
But not always,
Of feeling the Fathers Hand,
But not reliably,
It is an agony, but
More unbearable
Than dreaming of murder
And revenge
When you are so close
To waking
Back
Up.

(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017