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Thursday, March 14, 2019

Whatever happened to grace


Grace is the celebration of life, relentlessly hounding all the non-celebrants in the world. It is a floating, cosmic bash shouting its way through the streets of the universe, flinging the sweetness of its cassations to every window, pounding at every door in a hilarity beyond all liking and happening, until the prodigals come out at last and dance, and the elder brothers finally take their fingers out of their ears.”
Robert Farrar Capon, Between Noon & Three: Romance, Law & the Outrage of Grace
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whatever happened to grace
that powerful child of Love that should make us

sing to the heavens,
dance with light feet

open our hearts
our minds
our arms

whatever happened to grace
which should free us from our chains

those we forge ourselves
our of fear and heat
greed and a lust for power

how is it those who take the name
of the one who lived grace
and revealed Love

have become those trudging through life
weighed down
bowed over
closed and rigid

excluding, judging
oppressing, minimizing?

we should be assailing the world
with laughter and joy
with love, generosity and compassion

drawing all in
to the vortex of the Sacred
the perichoresis
the whirling dynamic dance of Love

grace is “a floating, cosmic bash shouting its way through the streets of the universe,
flinging the sweetness of its cassations to every window,
pounding at every door in a hilarity
beyond all liking and happening, “

until those unloved and unlovable
until those who are fearful and lost
oppressed by sorry
brutalized by guilt

catch the joy
and come out at last and dance,

and those who are stuck and tired
carrying the weight of their own salvation
self burdened
and burdening

join in

Whatever happened to grace?
It is still here
As near as our breath
As near as a heart
open

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