"Imagine," I said, "a nature walk with no restrictions and no boundaries." She added, "And no signs placed on poorly marked pathways demanding, Keep Off The Grass." I said, "And to stroll with a new cadence and an extraordinary rhythm and energy." She added, "Though not all of us are as skilled as Epimenides in the ways of the gods." I offered, "All the more reason to save my tears for saving daughters." She said, "Remember: Let your gentleness be known to everyone."
Another Way
Is it the long winter which makes my poems so serious and keeps them buried in cold, methodological longing?
Resurrection Questions
Gospel of Matthew No questions Gospel of Mark Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb? Gospel of Luke Why do you look for the living among the dead? What are you discussing with each other while you walk along? Do you not know about the things that have taken place? What things? Was it not necessary that the Messiah should suffer these things and then enter into his glory? Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us? Why are you frightened? Why do doubts arise in your hearts? Have you anything here to eat? Gospel of John Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you looking for? Have you believed because you have seen me? Friends, do you have any fish? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? If it is my will that he remain, what is that to you? Book of Acts Why do you just stand here looking up toward heaven?
But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid.” – Matthew 28:5
Divine word, who appears in the dullness of our days like lightning and shakes the ground, move the stones away from our heavy hearts, for the guards we have placed around the perimeters of our lives number in the thousands. Amen.
Slow down
Another way opens along the ground when you glance towards the bush that carries suffering like berries.
Levers
The metrics show a decrease in privilege despite more attention being paid to differences incenting niceness. Uncomfortable work reversing trends of excellence in response to being screwed fails once again. Victims of the same pedagogical systems which teach downward mobility remain enthralled. We kid ourselves by filling our garages with used mattresses thinking Jefferson's meritocracy has arrived. Great thoughts remain small behind curtains while little men control the levers of work and play.
Fools…
...Suggest that tradition must be respected at all times. ...Campaign endlessly for stewardship of the heart. ...Believe evening walks should only go around the block. ...Take out the garbage in every letter written. ...Cry, There are so many adversaries. ...Walk past the gravestones of the blessed souls. ...Reckon hope to be only a prologue to the day. ...Recklessly hoard prosperity for sunny days. ...Propose sole purposes for existence. ...Hold shares to profit from created misery. ...See no excellence in the idea of diversity. ...Create victims of downward-pushing systems. ...Rejoice in days where nothing happens.
Seeing each other for the first time:
An incredible encounter of tingling minds, inspiring both to move beyond flirtatious eye-play to a deep place of wanting to know and to be known. Distance and separation between events during this time drive despair of not being physically close away as fear of severing any relationship dissipates. Initiative to share the same experience rests on the intensity of always returning together again from being lost to the other as great events happen during evenings.
Palm Sunday
How many more calculations must be made to be free of belief in miracles when sunlight falls with such graceful abandon? Lip-biting onlookers have not awakened to shout their derisions to fools who still remain lost in the dregs of bad vodka. Scolding mothers have not found anything to pray upon. Wonders wander around centers of being long forgotten. A daughter cries for attention in the loneliest corner. Dry compassion waits for those less well-fed. A donkey-rider enters the city claiming to possess the secret of being in relationship with God and neighbor.
Inspiration Flirts
I cried. "I'm a vampire. What do I do?" She asked, "Will they not say that you are out of your mind?" "Yes! And I am mindful in this state that Christ has no body here but ours." She smirked. "It is not a test of faith to give in to your resistance to jump because you are afraid." Looking into the far future, I said, "The pattern of my dreams finally made itself known last night." She reached out for my hand and said, "Incredible mind-tingling inspiration always flirts with events that are shared during this time."