Unfinished Poem
I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the
surprise of its own unfolding.”
John
O'Donohue
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Zen
I would like to be very Zen
in the moment
with calm attentiveness
or to translate that into faith language
I would not many having
“the peace that surpasses all understanding”
but alas
I am all too often looking back
over my shoulder
at those moments that wound one’s soul
regretting
and I am all too often looking forward
wondering at where this all is headed
this pandemic
this failed state, and failed presidency
this economy
worrying
I carry these regrets and worries
in this body
they ooze out of my soul in the aches and pains
that are more than aging
I carry too the pain of this world
I feel the agony of those oppressed and minimized
my black brothers and sisters, who do not matter to too
many
whose victimization is rationalized and excused and
whitesplained away
I hurt for my Native America friends, who denied support
and respect
die quickly, die slowly on the reservations
where we have placed them, and where we have ignored them
I cannot forget the poor
the mentally ill, the abused
the shamed the rejected
all those our society has cast-off, like so much garbage
even the earth cries out
and her cries are felt, deep down,
in that space where Sacred dwells
what does it mean
in such times
to carry peace
to live in the moment?
to find that place where, while all is chaos and terror
one can have a calmness of soul
where does that come from?
It comes I think, from understanding that what is Sacred
all that is sacred, is Love
Those clouds, love
That mountain, love
That person, love
And recognizing that love permeates the fabric of the
world
It is woven into who we are as Sacred Children
It is both deniable and undeniable
And it is believing that love has power
And love can indeed, win
If we do not give up
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