The catchy title is everyone¿s word for God or the Father or the Creator. Abba, Jesus Christ called Father, Allah, Mohammed (used in Islam), Ama, Sidhartha (used in Shinto), and Ama is God in Equadorian. The meaning was falling into place; light became stronger than darkness. Author Anna Marie Kelly could see that people were friendlier, and that while there were clear differences in people, there was also similarity. God is the same. Gamma was light, Rama meant God in Hinduism. The author could see patterns; God had created structure long before she ever was. The book Abba, Allah, Ama, God The Father is broken down into four sections: ¿I Found a Silence,¿ ¿A Spirit Broken,¿ ¿The Eternal Now,¿ and ¿God is a Word.¿ The poems travel through most of the author¿s adult life, and she finds that life is still moving forward into a silence and darkness that she is not prepared for. A silence of science and languages she cannot understand. Her memory is leaving with its memory, yet it is leaving the memories of Anna. Anna Marie Kelly¿s life became a joy through accomplishment, admiration and constant praise. Anna left a comfortable, stable and happy home at eighteen to work for the FBI and Nixon¿s administration. She fell from employment at the succession of the Vietnam War. The street life, alcoholism and drugs were the bottom line, the rock bottom. Determined to climb back into society, Anna learned about God, identity, tragedy, homelessness, and failure. Emptiness contributed to filling the voids by expelling constant conflicts and frustrations into writing. Seeing other¿s successes and failures, misuses of fortunes, stabilized her thinking that it was all a part of growing, no matter how tragic. She later attributed misery to sin.
Please love me I yearned from a moment's grasp. From the swinging dawn to the
midnight's bash. Pieces of eight wert thee with a mind's quick gasp. To the
evening tide to the morning's rasp. I loved the whole. I loved the small. A gain for
me A ...
