marching

glory
glory
hallelujah!

the truth is marching on!

can you hear
the leaves on the trees
flapping in the wind,

the tires on the interstate,
the crowd roaring at the soccer game,
election, and dow jones industrial?

crying, screaming
I want...
i need...
you should...?

oh hear, Love,
the music of this symphony,

every speck
of dust
in its highest good

Rage at me, dear mother,
boyfriend,
child!

Spill your fury,
your sadness,
your regrets!

it's all
in perfect order

 Love,
calling,
gushing
at me,
through me

your every word,
your every tear,
a precious diamond

the truth is
marching!

everywhere!
every boot stomp
every ballet slipper
every dirty barefoot

can you  hear it?

 a perfectly written symphony
composed exactly as it is
just for you

your personal invitation
to GodHome

not one hair
out of place,
early
or late

the truth is in your face,
Love,
Right here now
in your face

it cannot get
any closer

nor more obvious

simply do this:
do not turn away

Love shines at you /for you
right now
exactly as is

thank you

"appreciation is the only
appropriate response
to your brother (or anything else)." acim

the truth is marching on

glory,
 leaves mouths words.......
here
now

hallelujah