Spirit Ride

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.

Saving the Souls of the Heathens

Saving the Souls of the Heathens       Sunday 11-13-2016     299 words

My God,

the heathens are arising with the anti-christ,

they have laid in their guns and ammunition,

they have prepared a fortress in their hearts,

they have built an edifice of reasons

to excuse themselves for their fears

and make it all right to kill their brothers

and anyone who thinks differently than them

they cannot tolerate Your world of diversity, Lord

they cannot tolerate Your world of infinite colors,

they think that they have found a key to lock out the truth;

the truth that Your world is more complicated than any can imagine

and they cannot see You or themselves in Your Glorious Creation

and they cannot see how You really work Your miracle

in weaving us all together into Your rainbow of precious life.

men use the Koran and the Bible to explain why they should kill each other

and make it ok to murder children and anything which confuses them,

they create a narrative, a matrix of reasons and half-truths, to excuse

their hate-speech and racism, and to blame liberals for the sins we are all guilty of:

ignoring Your divine Creation, thinking we have a mandate to rape Mother Earth,

ignoring that we are all Your children and all pilgrims on the path,

ignoring that we all suffer when we attack and blame each other and forget

'we are all in it together',

and finally, Lord and Great Spirit of All Life, ignoring Your mandate

that we love and care for each other and see Your divine Spirit in each other's eyes.

Grant us again Your Grace, let us be humble and grateful, knowing only You

are Great, and all of us are just so many blades of grass in Your Holy Sea. Amen

THE WORLD IS NOT A MACHINE

THE WORLD IS NOT A MACHINE

The reason for the fubar, the reason for why we fuss,

can be found in old false fables, can be found deep inside of us,

we were taught by other humans, to fear and follow half digested truth,

we did not know any better, than to act and be uncouth,

we were taught to follow leaders who promised us the moon,

what we did not know and learned too late, is life's over much too soon,

we were taught to use our senses, and the evidence of our eyes,

and we forget to feel what our hearts tell us, and the wonder of the skies,

we were taught to think thin thoughts untrue, like we are very smart,

but we never learned enough about, how life is not like Art,

we never learn the simple truth to simply love life as it is,

and love ourselves in spite of flaws, and to see past all the biz,

we were taught to pile up treasure, and fear those who may rob our hoard,

when everything is shared by us, we'll no longer need our sword,

but that is for a future time, when every one has the heart,

to see that life's just a song we sing, and everyone has a part,

our froggy, croaky chorus echoes down more than we can describe,

for we have no memory of when we were all part of just one tribe,

yes, life is short, intense, and sweet, and the vision that we view,

what we think we see, we often misconstrue,

we are part of something that is more than a big machine,

if you take a moment to see the truth, you might know what I mean,

but listen not to what I tell you, listen not to what others say,

you alone possess the answers that will let you cross the bay,

you alone possess the key to unlock any door,

once you learn to let fear go, and learn what life is really for.