We are Fabulous ( First Draft)* the Second Coming,

I am = Jesus,this piece has me sitting in the rain,in truck ,a older version of the one my daughter was killed in,waiting by the main road(we live in the country)for my daughter,(younger) to get back

                  



We are fabulous.    
Well, she is fabulous.
It is me who is a mess.

Waiting time in the rain
Free time for me to shine.
Like the volleyball coaches,
Six foot Yippy ! line marked on her door frame wall.
Every girl over gets a Yippy !
Because they can "Really"
Block or spike the ball,
Wow ! girls six feet tall.

What I found in the glove box,
To escape the desperation, doubt and fear.
Glove box, short bed Chevy truck.( This Chevy truck can heal itself )
Bought for me by she,after our loss.

I believe
I am   me, the mess.
The box, of treasure, of time,
I was lucky to find.
Probably a gene passed to me through
Hoarders.
             ( me  I am  , a hoarder too)* ( I blame it on the generation of women who burnt their bras and the one that let them vote,1984 2% Liechtenstein, of course it could be a* E J  thing too)(*My Grand mother who wore gloves)

Women who saved their men,
By storing enough to get through,
Time of not,
To have,   when,
A need,
Was true,
Not,   a want,
"A time of no time"     Deep Thought. "Time of no Time"

Like six feet above or below,
The ground, compare ,contrast.
The difference between a,
Decision or Discernment.
Not knowing, reverence or fear, are they the
Same thing ?

The glove in the glove box,
Was my grandmothers,   and like socks,
There was only one.

Just like she, but,
But she does have a sister.
And now we three, have only one.
We are two, She's sister makes three.
Add us together we make a family of
Five.
So small after the loss.
Not like the picture of the reunion ,   That was real.
Today, we can only imagine.

The glove box trinity and me.

" Is the Holy Spirit like a T V commercial when you put the T V on mute,
You still hear what is said in your head ?" *( only if you are watching)

"This glove is it like Jesus ?
Sacrificed,tattered,stained,pierced,worn to protect
The hand, man ? "

"Oh God above, is he love ? or light ?
or both ? "as I follow his guide posts of pine.
"Big A*s Tree" little needles to prick me.

I find more treasures in this glove box.
A paper corset with the number 2000 written around it.
Void a hole in it, the money $
Body gone, But the thought remains real.

Temptation spent that plan. I can not remember for what?
Back of the glove box, I reach.
Rain a river of rain streams around me,this Chevy, this glove box ,
I am, echos in this,
Cocoon.

A glory be, sort of moment. I open
A stamped ,stained,unsealed,yellow envelope,
With two pictures,  a thank you note.
No Address.
Now you understand why,  I am  ,a mess.
She must of delegated me to address,
After all "They are my relatives "

Her words, These pictures, contain pure love,
"Reverence" I ask for his grace and theirs. I
Pray for forgiveness. I
Pray for hope.Hope, that there is still time.

Even though this yellow envelop is years late. I
Pray that they can appreciate, feel,
The meaning of prayer.

Grief is just a measure of loss. Double theirs and mine,
They lost a daughter too,
Our common loss,
Has been so much to bare. Yet feasting on his manna,
Perseverance,hard work,red wine,bourbon,scotch and beer. I
Pray my note of thanks is music ,
Heart Felt .

Author's Note

"Jesus completed his self and ascended - 12 years-Years don't apply to years in ancient Hebrew text...Separate the stories of man from the symbols which return you.40 years,days means transformation." Anonymous Text sent me, Un -finished I will condense, reduce this on a burner so the flavor is better,44 readers and not a like it yet!Mathew " I am with you always" (28:20) Hymnal 421 "Rolling Thunder" How great tho art.

Reviews

[Horizon K.]

...I am, echos in this,
Cocoon...

I read this yesterday... and now come back to review... you have added pictures that immediately break my heart... i got the shivers, really, with that yellow envelope, those trees and flowers...

This piece has power-- it gets under my skin, makes me feel loss, intensely. This experience and how you drew it-- i feel like I am looking through a sheet of tears, feeling forward, searching for something to grasp on to. And then, there is a healing... this surprise gift-- a knowing that you are not alone, in what you are going through... and that strong woman, another gift -- for how desperately we all need someone to hold us up, allow that need to be weak, and read what is in ,that yellow envelope...

and as for the structure.. i was fascinated by your use of parenthesis and stars... referencing, who, not you, this voice belongs to...

Wow, Lee, this touches me-- words bled straight from the heart. An incredible poem.

[TL Boehm]

This is rambling, beautiful, and bittersweet - the loss palpable and coursing through the words intermittently - the same way we sometimes sob when we think no one can hear. and just like grief, that simple moment that makes me smile: The glove in the glove box,
Was my grandmothers, and like socks,
There was only one.

[A. Amos]

This is heart breaking and you portrait poignant chapter with grace and elegance, God bless you and sorry for your loss.