The Gathering of Servants

Large needs sometimes

Bridge gaps, between those

Who would not otherwise

Socialize. Needs bring together

All classes, races and ages

Of those who aspire to be servants

To their Lord, by lowering

Themselves to the lowest of the

Low. Who will be first?

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Which Bucket Are You In?

Accept some beef or pork versus

Chicken or fish, what’s the

Difference? Black or white,

Man or woman, anything!

It’s all the same, the world is full

Of plurality, variety, so many.

Why is it so hard for us to open

A place to everyone? Such a

Painful process, for all involved.

And the powerful don’t seem to

Merit their position, sometimes.

Damn it, just call it like it is!

Why can’t we be rational,

See it like it is, not as our bigotry

Twists it into being? It’s so

Simple, yet so hard to convince

People who think the same way

We do, but maybe not. Maybe,

There is money running the show,

Behind the scenes, naturally.

Like lobbyists bearing gifts

To government officials, maybe

Bishops are concerned about

Wealthy parishioners. Who knew?

Weep

Resist come close honk believe mere not

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My Covenant Prayer

I used to make plans,

To dream, to covet things,

To see myself in powerful places,

But now, I want to be

Wherever you put me,

With whom it is,

Even if it is so painful,

That I can barely stand it

(You have been there),

Even if I am unemployed,

Or employed for you, only,

At the bottom of a pit,

With not much to live on

(Sometimes it seems that way),

Or feeling lost, abandoned,

Meaningless, wandering,

With no purpose,

I give you all that I have.

We belong to each other.

I rely on you for everything.

Let this earthly covenant

Be ratified in heaven.

Amen.

All

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Snow

Regular feelings flow slightly over space

Between our bodies we know there is

Something real, we don’t know what.

Does it matter if we don’t understand the

Mysteries of love and pain, commitment

And betrayal? I have seen the sun set on

My hopes and dreams. I have sensed the

Turning flow of the seas. The moon basks

Our dancing in between each rain drop,

Reflecting each star, proving that every

Night brings a close to a journey, and

Every sunrise brings new energy, another

Chance to redeem oneself from the blood

That stains our hands. Wash me white as

Snow.

Pew

In review the view is smooth the rocks

Are true all a name a tune in key do you

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Here we are prove the radio tunes manure

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