I do not
wish to write
poems dipped in Grey
that everyone
seems so wild about
today as if Grey
makes them weigh
more be more
original
have more truth
what about
original light?
Light is true.
So let there BE
light. Let it pour and
let there be
more and more
lashings of it
splashing everywhere
boat-loads bath-tub loads
bus-loads of original light
slapping up the sides
sloshing over
slopping over
waves of it
flooding
city streets
mountain meadows
washing
dirty clothes
my face
streaming off
factory walls
coursing down
ditches
running off
my nose
my fingers
this sentiment
will not make me
popular with
other poets.
but am I
writing
for them
or for
You
SJC.
agnellusmirror 
When I met Sister Johanna yesterday she promised more of her reflections. I should have asked her for more poems! Thank you, Johanna, for dispelling some of the greyness that threatens to surround us. Will T
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