Spirit has always promised, no, pledged that

We would write His book.

Sure, twenty-five years later and,

Where is the book.

Meanwhile, I have filled

Piles of journals with notes,

Words of wisdom, and

I have served as a channel,

Sometimes, but

Never in a way that

Satisfied my soul.

It all seemed too frivolous,

Unimportant, and yet,

To those involved,

On either side, it was

Obviously satisfying. But,

Nobody seemed to ask Spirit

How to live a good life.

Instead, they wanted to be happy,

Here, and rich, if possible.

Perhaps I do, too.