The Heart of the Matter
November 27, 2010
The Wheel Spins


The wheel spins, but the hub goes nowhere. In the middle of the hub is another hub and inside that, another yet. It too, spins, but too slowly for anyone to notice.

I'll meet you there after the world shuts down.

Sometime later in that silence, tea brewing, cat curled up in the corner of forever, one of us will speak the poetry God longs to hear. Everything will stop. A moment later neither of us will remember a single word of what was said nor will we need to.

More poetry

Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at November 27, 2010 05:28 PM


We are in the center, we have not left the arms of the beloved. We only think we have. "Nothing ever happened" It is only a dream which we made/make up. Our father did not make this world, he is too perfect to create such insanity. The goal is to wake up, stop dreaming, and see the face in who's arms you are laying in. Who's bed you are safely in. I long to be fully awakened from the dream.

Posted by: John Gannon [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 28, 2010 03:11 AM

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