Metaphor Maintenance

It May Be Time
to Tuneup Your
Metaphors,

Or even Toss
a Few of Them.

Let’s Start with
The Top Shelf,
Metaphorically Speaking:

If You’re a Believer
in Such Things,
What Is
The Kingdom of Heaven
Like?

(It Is Reported that
Jesus was a Fan of
Such Inquiries.)

First, Is It Truly
Like a Kingdom,
with Royalty and
Kneeling and Bowing?

Or Maybe It’s Like
a Theocracy,
with Laws and Obedience and
Consequences for Disobedience.

Or Like a Religion,
(from the Latin, “religare,”
meaning “to bind,”)

Or an Eternal Hierarchy,
with Ascended Masters.

But What If …

That Love Light that Is
Diffracted Into a Trillion Fractals,
a Rainbow of Light Beings,

Is More Like
a Family of Footloose Afficiandos
of the Affectionate Love Arts,
Who Love to Cover Fear
with Murals of Kindness and
Its Kinfolk of Joy?

Goofy Uncles and Antic Aunties,
Who Grin and
Poke Each Other In the Ribs
When You Test Fly
One of Your Wild Wonderings,
Who Rush to Embrace You
When You Stage
One of Your Messy Meltdowns.

What If the Hereafter,
When It Infiltrates
the Here and Now,
Is More Like Your Family
On Its Best Day
Dream?

 

Sultans of Separation

Why have We Let
the Experts at
Damned Dichotomy –
Heaven or Hell,
Saved or Lost –
Draw the Maps and
Write the Instruction Manuals,
Compose the Curricula and
Cut the Paychecks?

Their Lexicon is Endless:

Good or Evil,
God or Satan,
Win or Lose,
Right or Wrong.

The Sultans of Separation.

Imagining in Nightmares
of Being

Something Other than
Divine.

As If
That Could Ever
Be.

They’ve Dressed Fear
In a Bogeyman’s Mask.

Perhaps It’s Time to
Set a Trap of
Undiluted Love,

Bait It with Joy,

from Which Fear
Cannot Escape.

Adopt Separation
Into the Family and
Change Its Name to
Laughter.

(Photo by Brooke Cagle; UnSplash)