Saturday, February 18, 2012

Perhaps



That a child has to beg like a dog in the 21st century shows that God simply doesn't swoop in and make things right, no matter how many prayers fly.  If the Reign of God lives within, then it seems that it's up to us to make this right.  Perhaps God is this child.


Prayer changes us, opens us to action.  Maybe our paradigm of God needs to change.  An old Irish saying tells us that "bidden or not, God is present."  Perhaps we are the hands, voice and feet of God in this world.


If we "live, move and have our being" in God, how silly to speak of a God who "tests" us by refraining from making justice with his (sic) all-powerful hands.  No loving parent is going to teach his or her child a lesson by allowing that child to suffer; no sane one, anyway.  Perhaps we need to experience God a new way.


In this world where the politics of hate reign, where a child like the one above becomes "other," we need to make for justice before it's too late.  Perhaps Lent is about that and not giving up meat only to eat lobster on Fridays.  Perhaps...

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Fugue in Lent Major



The crispness of Silence enraptures like ice-cold windy blast,
awakening the dawn, hope's flow resoundeth anon.  
Void rumbles empty not, full of possibility's ever newness,
sapstream stirs yearneth 

bareness knoweth leaves fulltility, aloneness no, for Beloved permeates
All, all, Ground of Being stretcheth self's borders, radical ecstasy
embraceth membranous hue, goldwhite song rides the air
light's folly

many onenesses, Oneness, many, anoint now's rays.
Manifestation ebb and flow, toward ashy forehead's moment,
now eternal, end beginning rising sun,
see through glass clearly

relearn earthiness from whence cometh, ruach imbibes spirit,
longish forty-day reverie amidst thawness,
let go, take on, never static, soilness o'erturned,
bliss'ning cross cleaves

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