trying to understand…

11 01 2020

tunnel

Who are we God?

Are we so lost?

Where lies become truth and divisiveness is lifted as unity;

where our leaders unsheathe fear daily.

 

And we justify…

We rationalize…

Contorting facts until

they match our truth.

 

Where one professes his Christianity –

a follower of the one, Jesus the Christ –

yet vehemently attacks the personhood of others daily.

Jesus…you did this?

 

Where one claims to be the chosen one…

placing himself equal with One who lived among us without stain.

one, a mortal, seeing no self-faults…no need for forgiveness.

Followed religiously by those who preached there is only One.

 

Others still, cower beneath the wielding of fear and hate –

selling their souls for the lust of power, prestige and approval;

taking the form of what they fear;

callousness their elixir…insecurity occupying their soul.

 

I am just trying to understand…

Who God is; our faith; what is gospel; who we say we are –

they are true in each moment?

Not to be  – can’t be – dissected from our living?

 

Why is there a need for such division among us?

My faith taught me God desires us to be community.

And why do believers follow this one so zealously instead of the One?

This one who reads Christmas greetings of unity – then attacks, divides,

and sows distrust.

 

A faith sojourner’s voice still rings within my preschool heart:

Mrs. Jackson…

“Be kind one to another”… “God loves everyone”…“We are all God’s children.”

Do we not know the greatest power – Love – already within?

 

And I am no saint for sure.

Needing daily awareness to tame my ego;

daily courage to choose Love over fear

(failure a frequent companion I must admit).

 

I have a part, I know, in applying a healing balm;

Speaking unity into divisiveness – within myself and into our world;

needing the touch of grace, forgiveness, and Love constantly.

So I write this as a beginning – trying to understand…

Railroad Tunnel

 





So many words…

28 09 2018

So many words being spoken today…

In Ireland, Iran, North Korea, Netherlands, Russia, Rwanda, Malaysia, Mexico, Bahamas, Burundi, Kenya, Kuwait, United States, and United Nations…

In courts, in state houses, in congress, at the White house, in politics…

Within religious communities, within businesses, and within schools…

On TV, on radio, on social media, on our phones…

In my house, in my family, in my head, in my heart…

 

I wonder if there is as much listening?

I hope so…

Friends Chairs





There’s nothing we can do about it…

30 05 2013

DEEP CREEK SUN 3

 

 

 

 

an icy surface paralyzes the depths of who we are;

a cool façade defends the vulnerability we carry.

 

thankfully…

 

hopeful liberation rises daily despite our protests;

Restoration places her warm hand on our icebound spirit;

Light thaws a frozen soul…

 

we are valued…

we are loved by Love…

there’s nothing we can do about it…

 

thankfully…

 





Fragile yet strong…

7 06 2012

fragile yet strong…

vulnerable – stretched in open space…

beautifully creative and practical…

connected fibers producing unimaginable strength…

flexibility amid rigidity…

much like the human spirit – like our spirit.

(web over the Choptank River)





It burns within us…

3 05 2012

It burns within us, this longing…

Exhilarating…terrifying, over the open waters of our lives…

Risking this flight – leaving the comfort of chains that bind…

of what we know…

Our soul finds her voice…

“Freedom!”





Drinking deeply…

11 04 2012

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Drinking deep the nectar of life…

the spirit flourishes…

My wife, a hospice chaplain, sees the hummingbird as a symbol of the human spirit (studies have shown the difference between the weight of a person before death versus just after death is about equal to that of a hummingbird).

O that my spirit would hold things so lightly and drink so deeply.





Midnight Darkness…

1 04 2012

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Midnight darkness…Light blazes –
a soul’s thirst

When it seems our life is covered in darkness, we long for just a sliver of light to sustain hope! This photo was taken looking over the Choptank River toward the town of Easton, MD. Sometimes, the light grows brighter the longer we open ourselves to the darkness, just as the camera absorbs the light with extended exposure.