Let us be a little merciful this morning
Let us give up the tried and true
Let us watch the sun rise together
Let us memorize how the sky turns blue
Let us be a little merciful this morning
Let us listen as the soft breeze blows
Let us release the night's last firefly
Let us remember, God only knows
Let us remember, God only knows
Let us be a little merciful this morning
Tag Archives: God
Gathering God
I stand dazed
within my middle self
caught in the midst
of ordinary ambiguities
while G-d
the center of all circles
gathers
the outcasts of the world
into surrounding embraces
There is nothing “good” about “Good Friday.”
Only if you cling to some outdated and abusive
theology where a father sends a child into
a world to atone for sins the child never committed
yet must pay the price for the people's indifference
by carrying all the crosses ever made by humankind
to a hill in a garbage dump there to be nailed to them
while onlookers jeer and pat themselves on the back
for living in the land of Caesar and following
the way of the deaf and dumb and screaming crowds
watching the spectacle as if it were the most
important game ever played on the big screen
as those in power nod appreciatively off to the side
holding all the strings controlling the mortals
like marionettes who have taken the day off
to witness the extravaganza of their God's
extravagant love for them is this day good.
Einstein’s God
"I believe in Spinoza's God." - Albert Einstein
Bring on the theologians!
Someone has just drawn a line in the sand.
Do we dare go forward stepping over the line?
Or do we leap over the line,
turn around and step back to where we started?
(Some might take us for merely playing on the beach.)
Surely the sun rising and setting
and the whorls of the galaxies
provide some clue as to the nature of things.
Crucifixion. Then resurrection.
Stuff breaks and fractures,
re-assembles itself into something new;
perhaps even into something useful.
Jesus stepped out of the tomb
in order to make it empty.
The first word he said was Hello!
We have moved into a period of bewilderment,
not knowing which new fantastical creation
will wait for us at the end of our time.
But, perhaps that is the game:
To declare that God is present,
even in the mix of things
and in all the stuff of creation.
Going to the Well
I don't know how to be an elephant
in a room full of elephants.
Sometimes life utterly befuddles me.
I heard a cry the other day,
We cannot save ourselves,
as if death is a problem
from which there is a back-door escape.
God often goes to the well in thirst
and cannot drink.
So we go too
bringing a cup for the divine.
“Who is this?” – Matthew 21:10
God of all names, who humbly enters our lives, we want to call you...something... to delight in that you have arrived unexpectedly, though surely, we expect something to stir us along life's roadsides as we move towards the center of our dreams. Amen.
God of Nots/Knots
God of Nots. God of Knots. The not of god. The knot of God. The knotted God. Not God? Knot God. God, do not give us this day our daily knot.
God Boxes
People fold God into infinite shapes when tucking God into boxes of their own making.
Color in the Morning
Sometimes the best statement said about God is left unsaid. The good news to be declared can be done so by the rising sun rather than with words which bring any distant look back from the horizon. Taking care of the present moment is the best way to take care of the future. Notice how the moving ripples made by a hastily thrown stone on the surface of a once calm pond move outward together in time. The mind will find relief whether intended or not. Recognize when awareness can be given a rest. Be glad in continuing to take chances where the treasure remains unknown. There will be color when the flowers open in the morning.
To an Unknown God
It has always been a challenge to bless and uplift without pointing a finger. The signs that honor our gods are posted all over the town square. Underneath any beautiful morning lie colors waiting to be thrown into the sky. My hope remains suspended between nothing and infinity waiting for the divine particular. One day there will be a way to bring all the pieces together without fear.
A Thread You Follow 