Judging the judgers - a dilemna

Today Lord

I am so angry at “them”

“They” just don’t seem to get you God

they don’t seem to get your love

your acceptance

they don’t seem to “get” compassion

and generosity

and don’t seem to understand

that they have lost those things

as they have become bogged down

in the swamp of ideology

and have worship the gods of power and wealth

really Lord,

really

they……….

what’s that?

what’s that Lord…….?

what do you mean listen to myself?

why, why…..

the Pope agrees with me

and so many others………..

ah

listen to me!

I am judging them for judging

I am being angry too

I am, perhaps, immersed in my own ideology

Sigh

Its not easy is it Lord,

your way……

a little help?

teach me lord

to see the sacred in all

teach me

to honor the good in even those I disagree with

teach me

to realize it is not simple

teach me to use loving speech

deliver me Lord

from all that is in me

that would judge and divide

Thawing the holy

And God is always there, if you feel wounded.  He kneels

over this earth like

a divine medic

and His love thaws

the holy

in us

                Teresa of Avila (From the poem “When the Holy Thaws)

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This world is full of seekers

those who would find the Sacred

this world is full of the wounded

those who have been ripped and torn by life

this world is full of people who are bewildered

and look with confusion on

the world around them

and cannot

cannot

understand

this world is full of those

who feel affronted

who believe that all are against them

and live in anger

the world us full of people

who need a medic

who need to understand that they

are full of the sacred

that they are sacred

there is only one medicine that will work

one miracle remedy

it is not guilt

it is not judgment

we cannot scare

or legislate

or coerce and manipulate

people into wholeness

spiritually

physically

socially

we can only love

and love

and love again

and as we do

we thaw the sacred in them

and

joy

the sacred in ourselves as well

healer

heal your self!

OK! I think I will do that

The day after the Day

We bloomed in Spring

Our bodies are the leaves of God

The apparent seasons of life and death

Our eyes can suffer;

But our souls, dear, I will just say this forthright:

they are God

Himself

We will never perish

Unless God

Does

St. Teresa of Avila

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O Lord

for many the celebration is over

the trees are looking dry and tired

the presents are opened

the food consumed

and already people begin

to turn away from the season

(although strictly speaking there are 12 days to celebrate)

and

perhaps

from one another too

as families scatter

or return to their rooms

to play that brand new video game

how quickly O Beloved

we turn back into our daily lives

how quickly too

we lose our sense of you

that sense of presence

which is, after all

what the season is all about

You with us

Real

Palatable

How quickly O Beloved

we return to fear

and all that goes with it

without remembering

that You are with us always

we participate in you

(or you in us, I am never sure)

You are birthed in us

and we are never alone

Help us to remember

that though the unreality of Christmas is over

the reality of Christmas

remains