Spirit Ride
11-2-16 333 words
You know I 'm
trying, Lord, You know I care,
about my brothers
and the state of all we share,
I know I do not
exist alone for I see my real condition,
I am one of
countless ones who live by Your volition,
You brought us here
to witness, You brought us here to see,
Your golden world of
precious life and all the ways to be,
Alive to this
miracle of yearning in our struggle to define,
what living life
means for us when we are blind to Your design,
What we do is often
clueless or blinded by the Light,
of our self-delusion
and denial of Your Great Web Sight,
for we see all
things with our paltry minds, with our tiny brains,
we forget to see the
divinity in the gift of simple rains,
we forget to see the
Divinity which surrounds us day by day,
we take it all for
granted or explain it all away,
as long as Earth
keeps spinning and the rains fall on the ground,
we go about our
modern life and never stop to hear the sound,
of the whirring
humming birds and the buzzing of the bees,
the silent bark and
breathing of our brother trees,
the majestic life of
soil and the magic of shit made pure,
the silent sprouting
of simple seed so life can simply endure,
yes, we take it all
for granted that there is life on this third rock,
a life full of
intention and the desire You pack into the crock,
So all of us could
taste the ecstasy of holy communion with another,
and take our place
in Your Holy Dance of one father and one mother,
and when we see the
unholy truth of all the ways we work,
that life conspires
to continue in spite of Man berserk,
do we not sometimes
wonder, do we not really care,
at the end of this
Spirit ride, and no longer imbibe Your Air.
