Let US Pray Feature

 

 

Hugh Fox   Free Verse The Evidence   Every jungle-fang surrounding me in the ayahuasca Amazon, hypnotic tiger eyes and claws, tribal hands and gods, remembering my grandma's hats and nose, hose, shoes, my Amazonian wife's father and his taking me into his heart, part of tribal oneness, the prostate cancer comes and Isadora and I on our knees every night, prayer-hands on the bed, "Another ten, even twenty years, you've given us all this, and...," feeling the Presence/Presences surrounding us, making us part of their Everywhereness, feeling the power come down into our cells, the spells of recovery-sanity belief that simply bring us into the infinity-dimensioned IS.     Raised Raised as an everyday Mass super-Irish Catholic in Depression Time Chicago, The Body and Blood of Christ, talking to Him and the Father and Holy Spirit full time, like three fathers/brothers/best buddies, and then pre-med and med, three wives, moving to L.A., Caracas, Brazil, slowly the universe is just THERE, no one to pray to, no WHY to pray, until I hit 78 and the prostate starts battling me, my kidneys start failing, 6 Emergency Room visits in one week, then surgeries, biopsies, attaching my kidneys to bags on my legs, and we began to kneel down every night "Please....thanks for this long....only we want more...need more....please....we love you...," and THEY (Melech Haolam) are there again in the cold Fall nights, never really leaving in the morning either, back to kid-time again, or, even closer to the truth, into Final Vision time the infinity-dimensioned IS.