Hints
and mimes
and
grand gestures
that
hide
as
much as they reveal.
Misunderstandings,
where
laughter peals
in
the place of empathy
and
conclusions are reached
by
impossible leaps
and
shaky surmises.
These
are the games we play
to
take away
the
apparition of the abyss
when
all the while,
it
doesn’t exist...
No
need for charades
when
Logos,
The
Word,
Divinity’s
Soul,
Is
in all and through all
and
makes us -
daily,
eternally
-
all
together
whole.
Painting and poem by
Ruth Calder Murphy
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