Cross swinging from a chain? Sitting in church every Sunday? Giving to the church? Teaching Sunday School? What makes a Christian? As if that matters anymore. The world has written us off as elitist, racist, oppressive, unwelcoming, manipulative, money grabbing, ignorant, delusional…the list goes on. When will we realize that inside we are all the same? Mexican, Russian or African; Christian, Muslim or Jew. Or whatever. We all want to be safe, secure and part of a loving community. Maybe we need to do away with religion so we can concentrate on the spiritual. Love is the common bond for all of us.
It must be nice, to wear whatever fits,
And still look spectacular.
It must be nice, to show yourself off
To the rest of the world, for any excuse.
How does it feel, to be used for your body,
Treated like an object, a toy, a decoration?
We’re all pulled in, to believe the lies
About beauty and happiness.
Solomon had every woman around,
Being a king, with power and wealth.
But he concluded that having it all
Is meaningless, just an ego trip.
If you want happiness, look inside.
You’ll find a hurting child,
Desperate for attention, love and value.
Then take that child by the hand.
Lead her to the safety, security,
Wisdom and healing power
Of a loving Father, who does not judge,
But forgives, and will hold her
In his arms, until she cries it all out,
And then starts to trust him,
A little more each day, through all
The storms of life that come.
She will be ready, for she will know,
The battle is the Lord’s, not hers.
She only has to trust him,
And walk in his light.
Roots are meant to hold a tree up,
But as they age, with more limbs
And leaves, the roots take on another
Purpose, as well. The roots begin to hold
A tree down, not because it might fly up,
But because the tree may topple over,
With all the additional weight.
So, my roots are important, as a part
Of my foundation, including
The people who have sought me out,
To give me support, to love me,
In my time of need,
My friends and family,
Reminding each other of all that’s been,
And the hope that exists
Based on all of my unique strengths.
So, I’ve had to take a couple steps back,
To relearn some life lessons,
And to venture out again
With newfound strengths,
Realizing I have gained so much,
Over the years.
And then there’s God,
A broken relationship,
From a long time ago,
A fearful one at best,
But one easily ignored, to a point.
As a child of God,
Now I’m listening to my life,
And now I seek him out,
As he has always sought me out.
In holy places,
Full of those who love God’s children,
I’ve heard God say,
“Do you want to be healed?”
“Who do you say that I am?”
I ponder in my heart,
These very true questions.
For how long have I run from the truth?
And how many times have I denied,
Who and what he is,
Come to take away the sins of the world?
Possible clangs rule up and against
The things hanging in time,
The seconds you give yourself,
In between deep breaths,
Bracing for the last proverbial
Hiking boot to drop,
The one you already used
To kick yourself in the ass,
For just being you.
Strife steeple apple clarity boom
Stack swordfight against an orangutan
From the head clerk of the zoo.
The orangutan would only be
Supplied with a plastic spoon, so
Easy to cut a man’s skin off the
Bone, into an artery, sever a vein,
Something, damn it, there’s a walk in
Place for taking a piss. Ouch your sigh.
Life sucks. And I would agree.
Sometimes, maybe for most people,
Life does suck. Maybe if they turned
Every church in town, staffed, organized
And otherwise provided for it to function
Like any other mental health unit of a
Hospital, and then took on the insurance
And pharmaceutical rackets, you’d see
Healing right away.
The universe is a mystery to me. I do believe there must have been one being who must have created it. My question is, why? In a sense, it is related to why we love other human beings. We love, simply because we want to. We love, we create, because it soothes our souls. It reminds us that we are not alone. There is such great fulfillment in each act of love, a kind of spiritual love, which can be objective and subjective, understanding and empathetic. We always want to mess things up by over-thinking everything, with negative thoughts.Having said that, I think that first being of the universe, despite either being independent in existence, or composed of an infinite amount of objects and beings, all connected, like the Earth and all its creative wonders, became lonely. With love, comes pain, the pain of separation, rejection, betrayal, etc. Then comes fear. Then anger. I think that being should not have, in the act of creating the universe, allowed any part of that being’s self to be separated into any other additional beings. We have all spent our entire lives trying to return to that eternal, everlasting womb.
But, I think I understand why God did it. Because feeling alone, in any form of existence one can imagine, is the most painful experience, in all of life. I believe, in my heart, what happened, was that she stopped loving herself. God lost an appreciation for her infinite gifts. She lost her fellowship with the glory of her Creation, which began long before Earth. She forgot who she was. But she also remembered that she loved her children: planets, Suns, galaxies. She began to stretch her imagination, until she came up with the idea of human beings. These beings would be the roughest creation she made. She was taking a risk. These humans would have an intellect, second only to hers. But their hearts could be as soft as pudding, or as hard as stone. The difference would be determined by two concepts: the ability to trust or mistrust, influenced heavily in childhood, and the choices each human made, each day, all day long, for the rest of their entire lives.