I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Another Day, Another shooting
We are so careless Lord
with our words
our faces
our minds
We speak words of hate
We tell lies
Spread fear
nurture the fire of antagonism
our faces reflect what is in our heart
contorted
angry
cruel
cold
our minds are full of fear
and greed
and selfishness
And so we talk about "them'
those Muslims
those immigrants
those homosexuals
as if they are not people
not really
we rob them of their faces
their humanity
their divinty
and sometimes
the seeds we plant (yes, I am talking about Westboro Baptist, Michelle Bachmann and more)
sprout
they bear fruit
And some one picks up a gun
and people die
and people cry
and you
Oh Lord
You cry too!
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