7Gates: That You Might Know Thyself
What You Don't Have To Do, Dear
When in the depths of clear, gray paradox,
With your intuition telling you no,
While the very high tide hollers yes,
What made you think that you must decide?
So, let's just say, collectively, that we've all decided
Something in the last day that begs for rollback,
For reversing, just so, step by step, back to before
The erstwhile decision point, late bare ruined choir.
True, culturally, sufficient light has not been shed
On God's weaknesses. She can not do it all.
The flow can get by Her. Her love is always here;
And we love that; but She can not always stop a quake.
Even God can't turn back time, not to before
The earth broke. Know the bank before you leap, please.
January 14, 2001
Alki Beach, Seattle
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Last updated: February 15, 2006