Who Imagined This?

Who Imagined
That Our Maker
Wants To Be Feared?

Lest the One Who
Fails To Fear
Be Judged
a Sinner
and Sentenced To
Eternal Oblivion
In the Furnace of
a Renegade Angel
Some Call Satan.

Who Imagined This?

In Spite of
The Injury To
Innumerable Souls,
Including My Own,
Caused By Such
Perjury,

I Forgive Them

Because Our Maker
Forgives Them.

Because The Love
Without Judgment
Our Maker
Floods Into
All That Is,

Is the Remedy
For Such
Perjuries,
Such Sullied
Imaginings.

The Only Remedy
That Will
Overwhelm
The Fear
That Produced Them.

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Ask a Child

The Big Black Book
Says Somewhere –
Not That I Believe
Everything
Between Its Covers –

But I Want To Believe
That Jesus Said
The Very Best Way
To Enter Into
The Love and Light,
Joy and Laughter
That He Inhabits
Is To

Become As a Child.

Does That Mean
Study and Discipline
and Rigorous
Exercise of the Spirit?

Let’s Imagine
Asking a Child.

“You Must Learn
How to Play,”
I Can Hear
a Young One Say,
Tagging You and
Running Away.
“You’re It.”

“And Laugh
Whenever You Have
the Chance,”
I Can Hear
Another Kid Say,
Giggling.

“And Learn To Love
the Other Kids,
and Those Who Take Care of You,”
Says That Quiet Child
Hugging Your Leg.
“Trust That They Love You
More Than You Can Imagine.”

I Want To
Become As a Child.

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Are You Available?

I Know You.
You Love Jesus,
Don’t You?

If He Calls You
To Feed That
Homeless One,
You’ll Be There.

If He Calls You
to Pray for
Your Neighbor,
You’re On Your Knees.

If He Calls You
To Empty Your Wallet
for That Guy
Holding Out a Can
At the Entry To
The Safeway Parking Lot,
You’ll Fill That Can.

God Bless You.

Question:

If Jesus Wants You
To Go To
Open Mic Comedy Night
With Him,

or Catch That
Marx Brothers
Film Festival,

or Swap Goofy Dad Jokes
About Bears Without Teeth,
(Gummy Bears),

Are You Available?

(Photo by Andrej Lišakof; UnSplash)

 

Dripping My Divinity

I was Watching
the Season Finale
of a Beloved
Television Sit-Com.

Love Was Re-Ignited
Between Alienated
Paramours,
Un-Coupled Soulmates
Coupled Again,
Un-Paired Hearts,
Re-Paired With
Sloppy Affection.

Un-Friended Members of
Childhood Tribes,
Drawn Together Again
By Cords Made of
Re-Membered Hi-Jinks.

Then I Clicked To
a Scene of a Chapel,
In a Place
Hollowed from
Quivering Aspens,
Leaning Over
To Kiss a Mountain Stream Still
Ferrying Aspen Leaves To
Their Next Stop.

In the Chapel,
Families With Uplifted Arms
Legs Folded
Into Meditation Mantras.

I Asked My Maker,
Who Is Always With Me,
In Which of These Ensembles
Will I Be Closest To You?

She Said

You Choose.

They Are All Dripping
My Divinity,

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