Bearing the Beams of Love

Look on the rising sun: there God does live

And gives his light, and gives his heat away.

And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive

Comfort in morning joy in the noonday.

And we are put on earth a little space,

That we may learn to bear the beams of love

                                A snip from William Blake’s Poem, “Little Black Boy”

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it was an unquiet day

it was an unquiet night

too much anger

too much frustration

at our common inhumanity

at the games we play with our self-made versions of the Sacred

too much despair at the gross lack of insight of those who say

they serve God

while serving themselves

and hurting others

too much smugness

too much testosterone

to much greed

too much

so I went through the day

the smoke of my own anger

drifting around me soul

my own lack of insight

allowing me to make the wrong of the world all about

“them”

the magical, mystical them

who hate God

whom God hates

and then

morning came

quiet in the trees

early summer green

fawns exploring my flowerbeds

birds singing

horses playing

ah yes

ah,

yes

In this moment

of rising sun

 there God does live

And gives light

And love away

and flowers and trees and beasts and men

ah, even men

receive

and bear the beams of love