apartment with my older brother, Saint Galen, and Chuck the dealer sleeping
nearby... Twenty nine years since I ran like Hell from the mocking voices and
into the arms of peace and His tender Voice welcoming me home. I'm now with Rapha in the recliner cuddled, warmed and wondering how 29 years culminated with a prank of jail to remind that I was chosen to learn and love then turn and find the beloved in every other person knowing we are of the very same Person yet so
distinctly different. Ol' Lord Alfred once declared:
"I am part of all that I have met.."
The multiverse in Tennyson's thought is also my universe caught up into the right rapture that the endtimer nuts and flakes never sought, instead accepting their dear leader's words, they weren't supposed to follow, rather those parking meters allowing us to stay in that perfect moment just a little longer... Time is redeemed in an instant. Savoring the sublime of Zionic
transcendence while spitting out the subliminal sameness of a no longer mysterious Babylon. Twenty nine years and I have daughters already swimming in the unchartered waters that I was first immersed in that early morning in Tempe Arizona June 19 of 1984 when a much bigger Brother looked at me and possessed my soul with a glance.