TYPICAL OF MARY

TYPICAL OF MARY

IT WAS TYPICAL OF MARY

THAT  SHE

NEWLY PREGNANT

SHOULD GO TO ASSIST

HER COUSIN ELIZABETH

HERSELF NEWLY PREGNANT

AT AN ADVANCED AGE

AS THE FETUS JOHN

SENSED

THE FETUS JESUS

IT MOVED IN ADORATION

TO ME

THREE THINGS HAPPENED DURING THIS VISITATION

ELIZABETH DECLARED THAT MARY’S FETUS

WAS GOD INCARNATE

MARY SANG AN EXUBERANT SONG OF PRAISE TO GOD

LASTLY

BUT NOT THE LEAST TO ME

A MEDITATION ON COMMUNION

THAT GOD

HAVING IMPREGNATED US BY RECEPTION

WANTS US TO TAKE HIM WHERE HE IS NEEDED

MARY DID A GOOD THING

MANY WOULD CALL IT A MITZVAH

MARY JUST FELT IT WAS THE RIGHT THING TO DO

WOULD THAT WE SHOULD FEEL IMPELLED

BY THE PRESENCE OF GOD WITHIN US

FRANK A VOLLMER

STUPAS

STUPAS

IN CHRISTIANITY WE HAVE WHITE SEPULCHERS

IN THE EAST WHITE STUPAS

IN BOTH CASES

A PLACE FOR DEATH RUMINANTS

MADE TO LOOK PRETTY

IT WAS A JESUS NAME FOR A HYPOCRITE

ALL OF US TUG ON OUR TOGA

WHILE SAYING NOT ME

WE ARE QUICK TO DETECT THE SPECK

IN OUR NEIGHBOR’S EYE

IGNORING THE BOULDER IN OURS

OUR COMMON FAULT

IS TO FIND FAULT WITH OUR NEIGHBOR

EXCUSING OR DIMINISHING OUR OWN

GOD WHO LOVES ME

WARTS AND ALL

HELP ME REMOVE THE SCALES FROM MY EYES

REPAIR THE DAMAGE DONE TO ME

BY ME

WHILE I HELP

MY DAMAGED BROTHERS AND SISTERS

WHOM NOW I SEE

UN-BLINDED BY PRIDE

FRANK A VOLLMER

OUROBOROS

OUROBOROS

IT WAS

IS AND WILL BE

AN OUROBOROS 0F LOVE

FATHER LOVED THE SON

SON LOVED THE SPIRIT

SPIRIT LOVED THE FATHER

WHO LOVED THE SON

WHO LOVED THE SPIRIT

WHO LOVED THE FATHER

THIS NARCISSISTIC GOD DID SOMETHING

THAT HAS PUZZLED MAN EVER SINCE

I SHALL MAKE A FRIEND

WHO LOVES ME FREELY

BEING GOD IS GOOD

BEING LOVED IS BETTER

IT KNEW FULL WELL

THAT THE WORD FREELY

WOULD CAUSE HAVOC

BUT HIS NEED FOR LOVE

REMOVED ALL DOUBTS

I SHALL LOVE MY CREATION

TO THE POINT OF DEATH

SO AT THE ECHO OF TIME

GOD SAID BEGIN

GOD SAID REMEMBER ME

GOD SAID FEED ME

I HUNGER FOR YOUR LOVE

FRANK A VOLLMER

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Aylan Kurdi…DEAD SYRIAN CHILD

Aylan Kurdi…DEAD SYRIAN CHILD

He took a little child whom he placed among them. Taking the child in his arms, he said to them, ³⁷ “Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me but the one who sent me.”…MARK 9:36

 

HE CAME ASHORE LIKE DRIFTWOOD

LIKE JETSAM NOT NEEDED

TO LAY UPON THE SAND

NOT SLEEPING BUT DEAD

WHAT PIECE OF LAND IS WORTH THE DEATH OF A CHILD

WHAT RANK OF IMPORTANCE JUSTIFIES IT

WE PRAY FOR PEACE

PREPARE FOR WAR

WE ARE LIKE THOSE WHO GO TO A RAIN DANCE

WITHOUT AN UMBRELLA

LET THE EARTH REST GENTLY UPON HIM

FOR LIFE WAS NOT

THOSE WHO CLAMOR FOR WAR

SHOULD HOLD A CHILD’S BROKEN BODY

I WONDER IF IT WOULD MAKE A DIFFERENCE

WE THE KEEPERS OF THIS WORLD

MUST ANSWER THESE CHILDREN SOMETIME

WHEN THEY ASK

WHY

FRANK A VOLLMER

WRESTLING WITH GOD

WRESTLING     (Mark 7:23-26)

WRESTLING WITH GOD IS NOT A SIN

BUT A TIME HONORED EVENT

AS WHEN A SYROPHOENICIAN WOMAN

SAID TO JESUS

HEAL MY CHILD

HE SAID

BECAUSE SHE WAS A GENTILE

 A PAGAN

IT IS NOT RIGHT

TO TAKE THE CHILDREN'S FOOD

TO THROW IT TO THE DOGS

SHE REBUFFED HIM SAYING

EVEN THE DOGS

EAT THE CHILDREN'S

CRUMBS

YOU CAN SEE HIM SMILING

HE'D BEEN BESTED IN AN ARGUMENT

 HE REPLIED GENTLY

GO

YOUR CHILD IS HEALED

FRANK A VOLLMER

EL SHADDAI - MANY BREASTED ONE

EL SHADDAI

EL SHADDAI

EL SHADDAI

EL SHADDAI

EL SHADDAI

MANY BREASTED GOD

WITH MILK FOR ALL

AND PLENTY

EL SHADDAI

SHADDAI

WHERE WERE YOU GOD

WHEN I WAS LOST

WANDERING THE CAVERNS OF MY MIND

WHERE WERE YOU GOD

WHEN I WAS LOST

HERE

EL SHADDAI

EL SHADDAI

MANY BREASTED GOD

WITH MILK FOR ALL

AND PLENTY

EL SHADDAI

SHADDAI

HERE

FRANK A VOLLMER

GIDEON BIBLE

GIDEON BIBLE

THE WEARY TRAVELER

FOR WANT OF SOMETHING TO READ

PICKED UP THE GIDEON BIBLE

FROM THE BUREAU

IT FELL OPEN TO JOSHUA

HE READ

HE READ IT THROUGH

THEN PUT IT AWAY DISGUSTED

IT READS LIKE HITLER’S QUEST

FOR LEBENSRAUM

WITH TOTAL DESTRUCTION

OF THE PRESENT INHABITANTS

I CANT BELIEVE IN A GOD

WHO SAYS HE’S LOVE ON ONE HAND

 TOTAL DESTRUCTION ON THE OTHER

WHO WOULD FOLLOW SUCH A GOD

THE GOD WHO MADE ME

DOES NOT WANT ME TO BE CANNON FODDER

HE’D BE LIKE A POTTER

WHO MAKES A BOWL

THEN SMASHES IT ON COMPLETION

THEN CALLS IT

AN ACT OF LOVE

FRANK A VOLLMER