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

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Sick of the dark

“There comes a point where you no longer care if there’s a light at the end of the tunnel or not.
You’re just sick of the tunnel.”
                              Ranata Suzuki

There are times it feels
As if the darkness is overcoming the light

We have colluders
And liars
People who are empty, and without compassion
Exercising power
Over those who need so much compassion
And so much care

Where in the midst of the greed
And hate
Where, in a country, a world,
Where money is valued over people
And wealth over generosity
Is the light?

God I wish it were Christmas
When the light came into the world
And beat back the darkness

We need a little Christmas
We need a little Jesus
A little love
A little hope

For I am sick of the dark

Getting Older

“As you get older; you've probably noticed that you tend to forget things. You'll be talking with somebody at a party, and you'll know that you know this person, but no matter how hard you try, you can't remember his or her name. This can be very embarrassing, especially if he or she turns out to be your spouse.”
                                                                                                      Dave Barry

It’s a funny thing, aging
I mean really
What does it feel like to get “older”

There is a part of me that doesn’t know
That feels as young as I have every felt
But of course

There is the me that shows up in the mirror
Who is that old man?
With such white hair
Age spots
A belly

And it is true
That this body cannot do what it used to do
And most mornings, it just hurts

I’m at the point where everything hurts, and what doesn’t hurt
Doesn’t work

I still have energy
Until 2 pm

And I can still find enough energy, to do some tasks that needed doing.
But I can’t remember jack
And there are hundreds if not thousands of people out there, whose faces I recognize,
But whom I cannot give a name…

And so many names, that don’t have faces,

And I look back and know
I could not longer do what I once did
I could not build Wallowa Valley Center for Wellness, again
I will never be the dynamic pastor I was at Lake Grove

Things are now missing

It is not that I don’t have a sense of future
Its just that my future is…

And at times I look wistfully into the past
When so much more
Lay ahead

Sunday, July 23, 2017

ego work

“In fact, the more each person can remove his or her ego from the discussion and focus on the subject matter, the more fruitful the conversation will be for all involved.”
                                            Matthew Kelly, The Seven Levels of Intimacy

Perhaps our nation will never heal
Until we have leaders who can remove their egos from the discussion

And listen
More than listen, hear
Without the filter of “self”
And the greed, and need for power and affirmation that go along with “self”

Perhaps our nation will never heal
Until we all
Can remove our egos from the discussion

And listen
More than listen, hear
Without the filter of “self”
And the greed, and need for power and affirmation that go along with “self”

Perhaps I need to start


Saturday, July 22, 2017

Trust Love

“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.”
                                                                         Maya Angelou

Sometimes it is hard to trust love
With those who do not love anyone
Perhaps not even themselves have the power

When love is given to things
To money
To ideologies

And not people

One tries to love
But those whose lives embody
Hate, anger, greed, selfishness

Again and again and again
In ways that kill love

Every time we open Facebook
Read a paper
Watch the news

We see what happened with love of the Sacred
Love of others
Is missing

It is not pretty
And our own insistence to try and live love
Is challenged by injustice
By people legislating
Doing such ugly things

We know we must try to put things right

But how do we keep our trust in love
And resist, in love

It is difficult this task
Impossible perhaps
But it is our call
It is the only way
Love wins