While crushing garlic, I said, "God is not our genie." She rinsed her hands. "Either choose to spend time or spread time across different spaces." Taken aback, I said, "That's the problem. Passages for people shorten perspective." "Now you're just making fun of me," she smiled. "Not true. I am simply prepping my strategy for finding the best seat." Taking up my challenge, and with ease, she said, "It doesn't have to take so long, you know, to tie us all together."
Monthly Archives: February 2021
Ode to My 2016 Cubs World Series Trophy Paperweight
Imagine the weight of the world, a serious wait
for Chicago Cubs fans, one hundred and eight
years between World Series victories lifted
that chill November evening in Indian country.
The seventh game, delayed by rain after the end
of the ninth, score tied after blowing a two run lead!
Is this the Scrubs of old? To lose again?
The Curse of the Billy Goat and winning no more
proving to be true? No! Instead, shouts of Yes! Yes! Yes!
A young schoolboy’s old dream of heaven,
to win it all in the final inning of a game seven.
And players playing in that boyish exuberance
more wet from champagne than from the rain
that dared to stain, no, blemish, no, fail, no,
not this time, not exasperation again once again.
Wait ’til next year no more! for on this night
the Cubbies found it with hits to left, center and right.
Futility erased. Beaming faces. Trophy raised.
Little copies of the real trophy made.
Twenty-three golden flagpoles with the pennants
of those teams who were not good enough
- not enough of the good stuff - to paint
the winner’s hardware with the team color blue
and have emblazoned for the first time,
in over one hundred year’s time, the letters
C-U-B-S 2016 World Series Champions
to sit on the desks of big boys dreaming dreams
of winning and raising their own trophy to the sky.
only a word
only a word will do a relevant one not reactionary against some eternal focus interpret freely given current performance standards only do not carry out rather simplify to connect in less time it takes to give an ear to the other
Desire for Ourselves
“We desire according to the desire of the other.” - Rene Girard Anti-septic joy-killers look for those who have honest relationships with their own hearts, while willfully seeking to back persons who wallow in well-financed ignorance and thoughtful thoughtlessness. Mourners remember, others ignore, the name of the last one lowered into the ground. Call on the people of the margins, those who suffer suffering, until the wizard behind the green curtain is revealed. Only then may we return to the place where we can desire for ourselves.
Listen to the Story
Listen to the story that comes to us from outside ourselves. The junco still ruffles in the leaves before our open eyes while the wind brushes snow up against all else that stands.
Essentially Expendable
To be saved is to be provoked; to believe that a message is true if it saves your life. How can you be comfortable and still thirst for more comfort? Which is worth more? A twelve hundred dollar band-aid? Or a six hundred dollar band-aid? Signs and standing ovations applaud and promote service workers to the rare air of being essential. (Essential really means expendable.) We need healers who walk in the ancient ways.
A Thread You Follow 