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

Friday, September 1, 2017

Teach your children well

“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”
                                                                        Nelson Mandela

How do we teach people to hate?
How do we do it

I watch the little kids in the play ground
All colors, all shapes all sizes
Picking each other up  Getting from here to there

How we do manage to go from that
To shields
And slogans
And baseball bats
And cars
And guns

How do we go from that to turning children away at our border
Just because they might be an inconvenience to us
Or because of the slight possibility they may someday do harm?

Would they do harm if welcomed with acceptance, and lover,
Rather than distrust and hate?

Somewhere along the way
Something is added
Something is taken away

And we are left with hate filled faces
And angry eyes
And mouths that curse
And people dying on the street

So we must teach love
And it must come from the President
And the Congress
And the police
And all those in power an authority

But it doesn’t

And it must come from the pulpit and pew

But it often doesn’t

And it must come from teachers
And parents, and grandparents
Even brothers and sister

If it won’t come from the top
It must come from the bottom
Perhaps that is the only place from whence it can come
And perhaps

It is not adults teaching children well
It is children teaching adults

What the divine image looks like
Before it is blurred, eroded, destroyed

It looks like love 

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