The drama of commissions formed in the corridors of power and intended to make us safer, or at least feel safer as we go about our anonymously conspicuous lives, cannot account for planes flown into symbolic structures nor for the collapse of beachside buildings nor for falling bridges that span the place between what is known in the land and that which rests peacefully beyond our worst imagined horror.
Giver of all things, places times and happenings, who dares to challenge the princes of power by riding a donkey through the holy gates of life controlled by the few, give us all rainbow- colored coats and cloaks with floral prints so the fields of roads blossom with flowers underneath your last ride. Amen.
(from a day with Padraig O’Tuama, April 27, 2020)
Take the land. Introduce new gods. Eradicate language. Murder. Create internal tensions. Question the integrity of the culture. Deepen shame in cultural expressions. Define progress by dominant standards. Establish dependency to create benevolence. Project imagined hostility upon them.
Left-handed God, Right-handed God, Many-handed Gods, we have to hand it to you; handing to us what is at hand and then we hand that power, in hope of being chosen, back to you. Place faith in our hands in our hands. Amen.
God, clother of Adam & Eve God, designer of the mark written on Cain God, gifter of the rainbow God, appointer of Abraham God, stayer of the hand of the slayer of son Isaac God, chooser of Joseph, God, creator of kings, how can a newly created king not know of Joseph? Shouldn't the lack of knowledge turn people into blathering idiots who only know how to follow and how to be slaves? Why do idiocy and stupidity seem to always take the thrones of condemnation and carelessness? Do you, God, get some perverse pleasure out of the rare instances where powerlessness prevails over power? Sure, the names of the powerlessness ring across the history of humanity but the names of those wiped away with the wave of a hand by those in power are more numerous than grains of sand on Crescent Beach and more numerous than the countless stars in the universe and, horrifically, forgotten. God of upside down power and God of upended numbers, the multitudes cry out, Save us! Amen.