Broadcasting live from the radio land station in the big bowl of a sky pie. That’s right. From right here. Right there.
When is the offering worth the time it takes to get up out of your pew? When it feels good because there’s something in your pocket to give? Or cuz you feel the something in the gift. It’s the giving of the gift that’s the gift. That there is always a gift to give. The gift of love. The love you have inside of you always. Often it’s shrouded. Covered and Cloaked in pity, in those uncounsious mistakes that plague your every next step, until your steps are “every next step…?!?!” Somethin’s coming, somethings happening. No! Nothings happenening that isn’t YOU happening! Being, Doing. DOING! Are we human beings, or human doings? If love is an active force, than our lives are doings. We are a result of the impetus, of the origin. The love is life.
What if it was you? …..??
Get over. Get over, get over there…where I’ can see you and follow. Where I can fix my eyes on your footsteps and walk in them until my feet won’t fit. Till I can’t measure my heights to yours because they are the same. Till I can’t look down, or up at you with my heart, or my weary lonesome ego that’s been working to keep me from myself…and from you.
If this is what I am to be known for, then I will give it freely. If this is to be my claim, my worth, then take it!! Force my hand lest I surrender it to you at will!
Charity!!!! You better give it somebody. Cuz what about what I need??
