Kids


 

Kids

It’s been Written
that Jesus Said

“Let Those Kids Loose
so They can Come Here and
Be With Me.
After All,
They’re What Heaven
Is All About.”

It’s more Formal
when the King James Posse
Translated It,
But Kids are Kids.

His Apostolic Sidekicks
had been Keeping
The Little Ones
at a Distance,
Imagining They
Would Bother Him.

Instead He Said,
“Pay Attention, Guys,
These are Your
Role Models.”

Consider That.
Contemplate It.
Meditate On It.

We’ve Imagined
Temples and
Priesthoods and
Nunneries and
Leatherbound Libraries,

When The Man,
Himself,
Asks Us to
Turn Loose
The Child
In Us.

To Play,
To Laugh and
Expect To See Magic and
Believe We’ll Be
Cared For.

Was It Just a Metaphor
that I’ve Stretched?

When He Said
To Become
As a Child

Is a Must?

(Photo by Robert Collins; UnSplash)

Done


 

Done

I Am so Done
with Paying Attention
to The High Priests
of Preaching
The Gospel of
the Practice of
Practice,

Until You
Get It Right
and Your Record Book
Reflects Your Rigor,
But doesn’t
Reveal Your Dismay
When You Inevitably
Fall Short

In Your Righteous
Quest To Be
Better than
You Are.

To Be
Like Jesus?

If The Maker
had That in Mind,
Why Not Roll Out
Eight Billion
Perfect Models
from a Mold?

Or Maybe
The Maker
Wanted to Start
a Colony of Artists,

Who Don’t Keep Records,
Whose Joy Is In
Making More Art,
Where the
Only Measure
Is How Much
Fear
Can Be Overwhelmed
By Original Works
of Love.

(Photo by Lin Renais; UnSplash)