The Promise of Love

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I once asked a bird,

“How is it that you fly in this gravity

Of darkness?”

 

She responded

 

“Love lifts me”

          Hafiz ala Ladinsky

 

In participatory eschatology we ask, “What does the future hold?”  The answer begins, “That depends.  It depends on you and me.  God holds out to us at every moment a brighter future; the issue is whether we are willing to receive it and work with God to help created it…”

          Brian McLaren, A New Kind of Christianity

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The sky glows

Gold

Above the Seven Devils

 

Light oozing into darkness

Warmth caressing the bitter sky

 

What will this day bring?

As malign forces create a world of chaos

And destruction

Creation in reverse

 

Order to disorder

The Word of God denied

 

Each day holds promise

Or not

 

Our choice

 

Each day holds the possibility

Of a return to The Garden

The chance that we will follow

Cloud and Fire

Love

 

Out of the wasteland of

Fear, and hate, and greed

 

But we can choose to remain

Squatting in the darkness

Mumbling our resentments

Under our breath

 

Exuding the foul odor

Of fear

 

Have we forgotten the power

Of

Love?

 

How love created

All

How love carefully shaped

Each of us

Beautiful just the way we are

 

Have we forgotten

How love brings hope out of despair

Light into the darkness?

 

How it transforms

Lifting us from the rubble

We have created

 

Through our greed and lust

For power

 

Bringing life out of death

So we rise

And

Rise

 

What will we create this day?

This day

That the Lord has made?

 

It depends