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.
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
― W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
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What is the latest on the news?
On Facebook?
Nazi symbols burned by white supremacists?
The latest lie
Or latest rabid tweet from our liar in chief?
Another shooting?
Another tax cut for the very rich?
A treaty violated
peace eroded
Excuse me for being a bit irate!
What is next?
More Christians justifying hate and greed?
Everything seems to be running down
Down
Down
Where are the good people?
Where are the faithful people?
Christ is not ambivalent
Love!
Give!
Be generous!
But the people who claim God
Seem to be the worst
Full of destructive intensity
Willing to destroy the earth
Erase protections for the poor
Exclude the strange
Oppress the vulnerable
Its enough to make God cry
It is enough to make me despair
What do we do
When the center cannot hold
O lord
Deliver us
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