posted March 16, 2003 07:28 PM            

this is a case to be heard and judged
by the father, not the son

yes, God -- oh ! God is the only one
to judge this case

God, just see what he has done !
he has sailed away, and left me all alone
my Comforter has sailed away to sea
in a beautiful pea-green boat
without even a post card or a daisy-note

to have a perfectly marvelous float
on the ocean
.. without me" Page 714

After receiving no answer from Jesus, Linda prays to God for guidance. All to no avail. Then she decides to converse with Satan. The imaginary conversation Linda has with the "devil" will make you laugh out loud! Linda writes with such wit and wisdom as she speaks of leaving Easter behind for Halloween goblins! Set/Seth tells Linda to take the two doll gifts from Brewer--the fuzzy bunny, Algae, and Raggedy Anne without an "e" and cut each into 14 pieces to be able to get over him for good and to forget him. Satan also tells Linda to investigate Brewer by paying a detective to gather up some info. You see, in Canto Eighteen, Brewer tells Linda that his eyes were never green but were blue, that he was never left-handed, and that he has always been only six feet tall. Linda began to doubt her sanity. But Brewer lied to hurt her. He even practiced and practiced writing with his right hand to fool her! The investigation showed that he WAS indeed six-feet-two and had green eyes and was left-handed.

After a prayer to God while Set/Seth slept, the cover of Time just delivered to her door dated that day of July 24, 1972 gave Linda renewed hope. The words printed across the cover in a yellow ribbon were: In Quest of a Second Miracle. This brought Linda back in time to her childhood where she recalled all the wonderful growing-things that brought her to this point in her Life. We are right there with her as she (and as we) relive each memory again. Linda is back again, and she tries to heal the damage she caused with the wand of forgiveness. It works, and we are all touched to tears.

"I rose from the altar of the cedar chest
a great peace flooding in my breast
and I searched, till I found a needle and thread

then gently gently gently

I lifted the torn parts and pieces of Raggy and Algae
from the casket box where I had placed them
to be mailed to you
.. for you to bury

tenderly, I placed them on my knees
and kissed each one softly .. a gentle snowflake kiss
to make all the pain go away

and whispered into their warm ears

'love is an anesthetic
shhh !
don't cry .. it won't hurt'

and I sewed with needle and thread
teeny-tiny stitches of love and healing
and put them back together again
stronger than new
oh ! much stronger than new

in the healing becoming much stronger
as Gooober told me broken bones always do

then, kneeling
with Raggy and Algae both smiling at me,
forgiving

I prayed .. forgiving too

dear Jesus .. please guide us
on our quest for a second miracle" Pages 738-739

I could barely type that through walls of tears. Am I the only one crying?

posted June 29, 2004 09:31 AM            

The Changeling

I once believed that loneliness and need
were the deepest agonies
Fate could bring to bear upon me
while you were gone… and your song
was silenced for a time
till your return

I was wrong
you’ll never guess what’s happened
I’ve met your astral double

or… perhaps you have a twin brother
your father and mother kept secret from you
over the years

a twin

who was stolen, in infancy, from his cradle
by a wandering band of gypies
because he was such a beautiful boy
a changeling child

like the one Titania and Oberon adopted
on an enchanted Midsummer’s night

it’s true – he does exist
he lives and breathes
for I have seen him, spoken with him
his eyes, his hair, his walk
are so very much like yours
his voice … tormentingly familiar

even I ,who know you best
in the beginning
could discern no difference
and nearly failed to pass this karmic test

of love’s identity

yet, I was blind for but the briefest moment

I soon knew
there was no way
under God’s Sun
he could be you

for he is not an ancient soul
here on any mission

his soul is very new
untried
nor is it tied
to any other
as is yours to mine

he hardly ever looks at flowers
and he doesn’t like to sit in the woods
for hours
his eyes are blue, not ocean green
and empty … haunted
not silvery-wise

he eats meat …and drinks Coors
and his cheek smells strange, not like yours at all
I was only close enough to know that … once
when he turned, unexpectedly

somehow,he doesn’t seem quite so tall
as I know you to be
if I ever stood within his arms
my ear would never rest against his heart

as it does with you

oh! he’s at least two inches shorter
than your towering six feet two

almost never gentle, tender or compassionate
he has a way of suddenly growing cold and aloof
behaving as though he believes

he’s many heavens above me