It is a terrible
thing when passion blinds
when our deep
love of these Sacred infused
cells
makes us unable
to see to the tortured soul
holding them fast
within her body
when we simply
disregard her fear or pain
and do not
understand her despair
it is a weighty
matter
yes or no, life
and death
but whatever the
answer
there is one here
who cannot be forgotten
who is not
nothing
but is as well
Sacred infused
child of God
We have slipped
into foulness
down that steep
slope of fear and essential selfishness
when love of
country
blinds us to love
of people
and love of power
blinds us to what
is right,
and to embrace
that which is not true?
We stand in an
empty place
Cold and
implacable when all those things we hold most dear
Money, power,
even faith
Cause us to lose
sight of others
the ill, the poor
the flawed, the
wounded
the different
the strange
the difficult
When in the name
of One who welcomes all
and sees all,
we exclude,
shame, and minimize
On this winter’s
morn
as I stand
under the shadow
of the mountain
and watch the
final stars scatter before the sun
I ponder the
mystery
that in the name
of Love we chose hate
that we love so
much we cannot love
and my soul cries
out
with a painful
shout
for a passion so
strong
a love so deep
that it expands
into the vastness of this great Love
and embraces all
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