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Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
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The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Monday, May 30, 2016

Create Something

What the locust swarm has left the great locusts have eaten, what the great locusts have left, the young locusts have eaten:  What the young locusts have left the other locust have eaten.
                                                                                                                   The Bible, Joel 1

In a time of destruction, create something.
                                                                                                      Maxine Hong Kingston
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it seems at times
as if the forces of destruction are everywhere

the modern prophets
cry out
“it is a time of devastation
  be afraid, be very afraid”

there are enemies everywhere
moral decline is rampant
the economy is collapsing

“they” (whomever they are ) are going to come
and kill you in your beds

this is a time of decline
all is failing, drying up
the enemy is at the gate

doom

and we want to hide
or we want to hate

so we disappear
or we lash out in violence
dehumanizing others
marginalizing those weaker than our selves
stockpiling and carrying guns

we are on the edge
reactive

and the worst among us
the unprincipled and unscrupulous
feed on our fear for their own benefit
leading us like sheep into darker places

(see how easy it is to be a prophet of doom?)

and yet
this morning I look out into a world of beauty
a little buck, horns barely formed
his identity yet unclear, even to him
peeks out of tall grass, unconcerned, as I walk by

Iris glow neon yellow and deep purple
and birds, yellow, and red, vibrant and athletic
dart among the branches

the mountain still soars, snow capped into a sky
that is unbelievably blue

the sun shines
and there are things to do

a pile of bark dust awaits
needing to be spread among the herbs

a person sits, hurt and alone
wanting someone to talk to

there are many acts of healing
and kindness that can be done

there are pets to be petted
loved ones to be hugged
children to be loved and played with

there are songs to be written and sung
pictures to be painted
and photographs to be taken

there are poems to be written

in a time of darkness
we can be light

in a time of  destruction
there are acts of creation
that can be done

this day
at least this day
I will do something creative
and loving
and
good

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