Copyright by Bill Wheeler Ward
For Brenda and Leslie
Subject: Poem




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Dedicated


Do you remember a separate reality where
God has many faces some of which are masks
Behind whose hollow eyes lies only void?

In that unspeakable space a form has left us
Without names and only our hands to guide us
To the face behind the reflection. We leave

Our mark behind, move on, past light
Till our teachers voices give us shape
And our words fall from God’s Mouth. To us

Each live being has it's name. Things become
Friends and fall shattered. We must go on
Amid debris to matter. Our mothers gave us

Hands, eyes, mouth and songs from the heart
To sing! Do not leave us only dreaming.










11:22 PM 11/2/2002
I wrote this poem on this day, at this time, in one sitting.
Each time i stopped i went back to the top and read aloud until the next line came out.
I was born septembersixthnineteensixtytwo it was late afternoon. Ask mother for time.