To Reach Such A Depth (The Helpless Friend)

And unto his friend said he:

I have fallen into the abyss
Why seek to save me dear friend
Time I’ve found to be precious
so what hour have you to give


Today, you have been sympathetic
This week, intensely encouraging
The month, willing, but in you fatigue has come
The year’s end is here, and you have gone”


Hopeless! you proclaim is me
Irate, to me you’ve shown to be
speaks now of all the time you have wasted
even regretting giving it to me



Let your anger subside dear friend
For to you I am truly obliged
but to help any out such a depth
in which they have fallen,
you must also be willing to fall inside



Hate and Love on Conquering

And the Prodigal son spoke the parable told unto him by a certain Bishop of Galveston of whom he tarried with a little way. For the bishop provided travel, teachings, and nourishment unto him. And the Bishop spoke unto him teaching the unremitting battle between love and hate saying:


And hate said unto love:
“It is well known of us, that you are the only conqueror of me.

Yet, I’ve heard none speak that I am also the equal conqueror of you.

Is it not so, that countless of your disciples, and your cities have been put to ruins
by me, and my disciples? And my people raise their hands in victory?
Yet, I am known only of that which shall be conquered.”

Moreover, isn’t it true that we are not so different;
are not your power as my power, and use as I use?

I am only reproach because my strike, is first-strike.”

And Love answered him saying:

“Why think yourself as me, and your disciples as my disciples?

Is it not so, with my disciples every defeat of your disciples;

the people raise their hands in victory giving glory unto god.


And even in defeat by your disciples, it is a moral victory.

For all the people before, is added with new people out of compassion?

And all raise up more determined than before to rid themselves of you, and your disciples.


And as for first strike; what reason other than greed and power that you give strike at all.

And with full of his rage charged Hate yelling, “For I am a better conqueror!”


And they both continue to battle unbounded.

Death and Desire: Concerning the Young Boy and Old Man


At a fishing hole sat a boy in his thirteenth year; with hopelessness of expression upon his face.

And slow in his walk, came by an old man to whom the boy gave unto his thought saying:

“Sir, who is far in age, please, can you answer unto me, what of death and of desire”?


Answered the old man saying: in my judgment child, with face full of loneliness and despair.

Concerning death: it is only but rest given onto the body for living a busy and merry life.

And of desire, which is of the flesh; is never satisfied and is forever seeking to be fulfilled:

whether be it of virtue or wickedness, its concern is only fulfillment.


Looking upon the old man’s face, spoke again the boy saying:

“but sir, old man of wisdom and kind, my heart desire only death”.

Spoke naught the old man, but thought upon the boys age, and how he had no future vision of old age.

And so began to weep; for he also saw no future vision, and desire to be young again.


From: The Lamentation Prodigal Son: Forthcoming