I'm thinking about everything. I'm limping to Jerusalem. I've seen the worst of it and it's not enough to turn me off. I'm writing the manual. I'm standing on principle. My foundation is solid; it's built on rock and cornerstone. I've got friends everywhere. They listen to freedom. When the silence arrives, they close their eyes and put their books down. Spirit moves. She takes my hand, makes me write what I can't see and dance where I can't stand. Spirit breathes. She fills my mind, helps me live within my heart and love outside of time. I'm setting the table. I'm expecting company. I went into the streets and begged all the hopeless to come. I cry for the stars at night. I’ve become a good bureaucrat. I sat by a river once and heard the cosmos sing one clear chord. I’m thinking about everything. I'm not into worrying. I don't sleep all that much but I'm always beside a powerful dream. Spirit moves. She takes my hand, makes me write what I can't see and dance where I can't stand. Spirit breathes. She fills my mind, helps me live within my heart and love outside of time. I've left my testament. I've sealed the covenant. I smile upon the remnant—that’s all of you who carry the name. +++++++++++++++++++++++++ Note: The poet has set his Ignatius Day message to a video montage by Matt Hendzel, SJ. Please click now [1] to see and hear.