Posted in Musings and Reflections

Miss Information

i must make the choice
it is way past time
the lure of being informed
has ensnared me again
i know enough
for now

the line between wisdom
and blissful ignorance
is a fine one indeed
and at times as in
this moment
i must refrain from
pressing the link or
reading the bold
headlines on the
front page
until i can read
again with a measure
of compassion
instead of rage
at the wrongness
of the right
the naivete of
the left
the power struggles
the lust for money
the shootings in the streets
and in places of worship

so it is time
again
for a Sabbath
a stepping away
from the media
not to forget about
this groaning world
but to enter into
a place of prayer
and reflection
and so receive
perhaps
a different kind of
story from the
one who knows
the end to
this one

Posted in Prayers and the Sacred

The Gift of Seeds

this sabbath morning
finds me rising
from the underground
the words of the
virtual priest
in my head
stepping out into the
brightness
of the sunroom
to greet her
entering in
from outside
empty bag in hand
smiling
remembering
in these days
that life has
not changed
for our other
earthly
companions
and that she
with her
caring heart
will continue
to feed
the birds

Posted in Prayers and the Sacred

Unbroken

I no longer wish to be unbroken.

Rather I seek to embrace my brokeness

in the hope that the Light will shine out through the cracks in my heart.

Posted in The Neo-Luddite and Technology

The LORs Prayer

Our Godgle who art online, hollowed be thy name,

Thy thingdom has come, thy will being done on earth as it is in cyberspace.

So weave us this day our daily web,

And forgive us our sims as we forgive those who simulate against us,

And lead us not into discontinuation but deliver us from the believable,

For thine is the programme to devour the story, forever and ever, Amen.

Posted in PEACE GROOVES

Between Mercy and Learning How to Pray

alas i am not unencumbered
nor unencumbered should i be

perhaps it as a goal has
in itself become a burden
a distraction from
the one necessary thing

to simply crouch
here at the callused
feet of the master
the hint of a future
resurrection of someone
precious to me
hovering above in the
air of busyness
between mercy for
the stranger and
learning how to
pray

(Luke 10 and 11)

Posted in Musings and Reflections

Indiferencia Se Mata – The Quiet in the Land

My good friend, Verle, may he rest in peace, had a saying that he learned from his Latino friends that he would share often as we would strive to work outside in the West Virginia wilderness within the great buzzing clouds of gnats.

“Indiferencia se mata.”

“Indifference kills them.”

In other words, if you ignore the gnats, they won’t bother you.

Now there is no question in my mind that Verle’s mental capacity far outstripped my own so maybe it worked for him. Though he still would wear a bug net over his head when he was working outside. But in all honesty I really do think he reached a point where even in the midst of a buzzing cloud, the gnats had ceased to exist, at least for him.

I am wondering if perhaps the above adage might be worth applying to the seemingly endless negative rhetoric streaming from a certain White (Supremacist) House. (Or to any such useless drivel). In this age of the 24/7 news cycle and our ability to respond in an instant through social media to anything deemed disagreeable, it is far too easy to give attention to that which probably should be ignored.

Hear these words from Helen Keller:

“It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.”

So the question becomes, what or where or to whom are we expending our limited energy and resources?

Sometimes I wonder if our initial response is simply to alleviate our guilt at not being able to take the necessary steps towards lasting change within or without.

There, I wasn’t silent. I said something. I’ve done my part. Now on to the next tweet. Hey you, asshole, learn to drive!

Hmm, I wonder. Each day is an opportunity to become a better person, and to the best of our limited ability, to make the world around us a better place.

Am I becoming a better person? Am I treating the people around me with kindness and respect? Am I becoming less of a jerk? Am I gentler with my myself and others? Am I helping to make this world a better place?

If, at the end of the day, I can answer yes to these questions, then for that day at least I can say that I am on the right track.

I wonder what would happen to me and the world around me if I would spend more time in prayer and praise than I do in reacting to yet another ignorant comment or bit of negative rhetoric.

Christ have mercy.

Posted in Prayers and the Sacred

Depression 1.7 – I. Write. Pray. Heal.

(From February 24, 2016)

It was not too long ago when I stood on the precipice and caught a glimpse of the pit far below.

What I saw was me, yet it was a me distorted by a mind sick with depression. As that vision threatened to reach up and cast me down, I stepped back from the brink into the healing embrace of medication, a renewed sense of God’s love and the care of God’s people, and to a deeper commitment to prayerful writing.

The discipline of daily contemplative reflections from my interactions with the world around me has become a life line for me.

This place where we reside is not without its sadness. But such does not need to discount the inevitable joys. Depression skews the view towards the melancholy.

I am broken. So are you. That acknowledgement does not preclude our healing. We do ourselves and others a disservice when we are less than honest with our pain. But that is not the end of the story.

There is healing. Or at least a coming to terms with our existence. Joy indeed comes in the morning. And that morning comes with each new day we are privileged to see another sunrise.

So I continue in this daily discipline of prayer/writing. Each morning, I turn my face to the east and await the healing words that come with the sun.

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Prayer Like Nightbird Flying

prayer
is a
mysterious
thing
a subtle
kind of
whispering
like the
nightbird
flying
bright word
crying
on
whirring
wing
stirring
to sing
what
heaven can
bring
called
forth
by mere
speaking
living
waters
that spring
from the
river of
healing

Posted in Prayers and the Sacred

The Nectar of Tears

When
the pain
of life
fills
your eyes
and
the bees
arrive
to taste
the salt
of your
tears,
know that
when
they
depart,
they fly
to flowers
and then
to that
dark
humming
place where
bitterness
is made
into
something
sweet.