“A Nut”

A nut

I am

It has been told to me

From many a friend

I never mean to offend

It hurts me so

If I were to bring someone low

But really I’ve only made you think

My linguistics may be sharp and harsh

But as Rumi would say

The story has grabbed your heart

And you wont forget it

Because you now wont let it

You’ve grown anger to me

That’s fine

But at least you’ll remember the story

Because what is important

Is surely not me

But the moral or value

That you cannot run away from

That you now see

So don’t put me in the middle

Or me as a subject of a topic to speak

For it’s not me I’m revealing

But the truth of truth

That I even too

Seem to leave

But I do find it odd

Even though I too am flawed

That I’ve seen more people live truly as Christians

When they refuse to believe in such a thing

And those who say they are

Go once a week to a building of wood and stone

Give some money

Dust of their hands and go to their homes

On Holy grounds you are standing

Not just in a building

But in every second of your living

My freedom I hold dear

But I didn’t bring me here

And the one who did

Says don’t look at me

But look a little more above

Be of love

And don’t forget to clean

The inside of your being

For there’s dust and cobwebs inside

And my Father sits on his throne

And likes beauty of his home

And if you’re having problems cleaning it up

Ask him to help you

He’ll do it

And with love

Forget about building barns to put your stuff in

And getting big people toys

To stray you from loving

Remember my teachings

The
Sermon On The Mount

You see with your own eyes someone in need

And if you have the means

Help them out, you see

I know there’s many a people

Who cry Lord, Lord, Lord!!

But you know what my friend

It’s a sad thing I don’t even hear their voice

I can’t it’s an impossibility

Only because they’re simply not of the living

They still believe that Salomon

Was the wisest of them all

And forget that it was me

Homeless, broken, beaten, and crucified

That is the wise one

My son

I sit upon the backs of lions

Pulling wood for to keep a fire for light

I whip the necks of the lions

With the venom of a snakes bite

So they wont forget

Who it is that sits on their backs

Me the giver of life, and

I sleep in the houses of harlots

And in the jails of thieves, murders, rapists, and cheats

I’m in the crazy homeless people

Who live upon the street’s

I cry with them

I bleed with them

I eat and sleep and rejoice with them

These are the people I know

Not the ones who gloat in some kind of achievement

They call their own

When in their end

They will have none of those things

No pride, no boasting on what they thought they accomplished in their own lives when they die

It saddens me and makes me cry

For I love every one,

And every one in deed

But you know what?

There will come a day when mankind will not speak

Of a God, me or any kind of religions institutional way

For now it makes me sick

How much gossip is going around

I’ve already told everyone they don’t have to believe in Me, or my Father

And I just told you where we’re found

So many people trying to get threw heavens door

Climbing the walls

To peer of what is in

Again I have already told every one that Heaven is now and at hand

They’re not in love with Me, or my Father

They’re in love with the idea of a reward

And to get out of Hates

And that includes you Ryan my son

So forget about impressing Me or my Father

Because you wont, and can’t find where we be

But go and love your neighbor

Not for me

But truly love for them

Just as it is the same you need

Let me take care of my things

You forget about seeking to save yours or others lives

But instead seek life

Then we’ll be friends my little boy Ryan…

I apologize to any one I may have offended in “One Of A Story To Tell”.  I hope you can overlook it so that we may remain friends, and family, again my apologies.

Ryan Brady O’Reilly

08/25/01