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

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

the myth of merit

“You often say; I would give, but only to the deserving, The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.  Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and nights is worthy of all else from you. And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream. See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving.  For in truth it is life that gives unto life-while you, who deem yourself a giver, is but a witness.”                            Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

 “Easter is never deserved.”
 Jan Karon, Home to Holly Springs

It is an endless dance
when early a’morn
the hay finds its way to those

three lovely ladies
who hoofs prancing
and breath exploding in the cold

dance endlessly around the piles
settling in for the snuffling and the chomping

they know who is oldest and most venerable
and there is respect there
but no exclusion

all find a place
and one some fine days
as two piles lay somewhat neglect
the three
noses together
munch happily together

I do not think a single one
Sadie, Tiger Lilly or Sadie
Have a since though about merit

I deserved this
You don’t
I gotten ridden yesterday
You didn’t


There is enough
They share

Any illusion that there is not is enough to share
Is merely an illusion

What is it about us humans

Who can watch the homeless and hungry
Dance around our “enough”
And say “I earned this, its mine, you can’t have any?”

What is it about us humans
That we are so worried about whether someone deserves
Food, or housing, or health, or love?

How can we pour so much passion into a zygote
And have disdain for the mother
And ignore the breathing living child
And the struggling youth in transition
And the lonely and ill adult?

We are so weird!

How can we not see each person
As a miracle
How can we not see each person as a child of God
How can we not see each person as one who carries divine DNA?
How can we not see
Jesus in the face of each person we meet?

Even that face we most disdain
(that is where it gets really hard… to see the face of Jesus
 in certain pink rimmed eyes)

It is never a matter of whether a person “deserves” grace
Or love, or food, or housing
“Easter is not deserved”

It is a matter of remember what we have been given
And giving to others (yes, there are limits, and boundaries can be good)
Until they remember
That they are worthy of the gift

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