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Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Monday, December 11, 2017

Alternative facts

Aging crusty guy
Hair a little wild
Face a little wrinkled
Body a little sagged

I’ve been there done that
Studied, traveled
Done amazing things
Met amazing people

I’ve been places no sane person goes
and have seen both danger and death

I’ve blessed the marriages of both of my children
And watched helpless
As another father’s child has died
In my arms

A victim of war

You would think I would be rooted

But instead I am twirling in the wind
Buffeted
By liars and thieves

Infant like I am pulled this way and that
Uncertain
Short of hope
Long on anger

ah those clever cunning ones
who rob from the poor and give to the rich
who abandon the elderly
and doom the child to a living hell

ah fake news
alternative facts
ah extremism
of all sorts

left, right, left, right

twirling, lost in the chaos

and seeking still that
still calm place

that will allow me
to heal enough
that I can once again hear the voice of Jesus
and find the ground

and speak the truth


in love

Sunday, December 10, 2017

apathy

“Apathy is not compatible with love”

Perhaps this is why I post rants on Facebook
Perhaps this is why I wake up in the middle of the night
Furious and cursing
Perhaps this is why I look at people who support evil
And simply cannot comprehend
And simply cannot stay silent

I would love to be apathetic
I would love to not care
For the homeless
The person with mental illness
The person who is poor
The immigrant
The woman who is minimized and oppressed
The person of color who must walk in fear, not because there is not law enforcement presence
But because there is…

I would love to not care for the children
The elderly

I have my retirement accounts
My stocks which are soaring

What the hell do I care!?

But I do and my heart hearts every time
I hear our person in power lie
Every time he bullies
Every time he diminishes another
Every time he runs off to his golf course to enrich himself

I ache every time I see a protection removed
Every time I see our government rob the poor to give to the rich

I simply cannot let it go
I cannot
I cannot
For love will not allow me
To distance
To numb
To deny


Apathy is not compatible with love

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Hearts or Stones

While God waits for the temple to be built out of love
We bring stones
              Rabindranath Tagore (slightly adapted)
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The American “church” measures success by butts in the pew
The size of budgets
The extravagance of the pastor’s mansion

We build massive auditoriums and load them
With the latest technology
And have praise band sing
Amidst lights and smoke

We support sexual predators for President
And sexual predators for Congress

We shame the poor
Enrich the rich

We rob from the vulnerable
And give to the bloated

We judge
And hate
And exclude

And we weigh the world down
With stone

We worship money
And advocate violence

And then we wonder
Why the same sacred seems strangely missing

Thank God for little churches
Hiding in small towns
Where success is measured in casseroles
And in hugs
Where people are accepted just as they are
(and we know who and what they are)

Where love and forgiveness are a way of life.
and the aged and faithful few
wield more spiritual power
than can be sought
imagined

there is only one building material
in the Kingdom of God

love