Not much of a da’-stink-shun there.
Not much of a da’-stink-shun there.
In retrospect now…
Can it be seen?
The increase hidden
Within the dwindle?
So obvious from a new perspective
Footprints in trompe-l’oeil
spanning great distances
and decadent decades
Illusion of a walk
One true step in the right direction
Is a leap…
See it now?
the expanse between this plane of existence and truth?
All that once was
Stripped and shredded…
desolation in battlefields abandoned
Gathered by gusts into clusters
Tumbling through deserts of deserted pasts?
One step leading to another
Doesn’t it shake,
The very foundations
Of all we once believed
To be progress?
Early yesterday morning I was heading to Sunoco on Main Street I saw a bird tending to another bird that appeared to be injured.
I decided to turn around and check it out, both birds were right in the middle of the road and there was traffic coming their way.
As I turned around about five cars passed in that direction and I was praying that they wouldn’t be run over.
Well I stopped and put my hazards on and bent over to pick up the bird, I thought it would try to get away but it didn’t?
I looked it over and it appeared to be more dazed than injured, with a superficial wound on it’s leg.
I turned around and headed towards Sunoco again and brought the bird in with me, the cashier a young lady started shrieking in disgust saying “get that dirty, filthy creature away from me…you’d think she saw the devil?”
While a customer standing in line began asking questions about how the bird ended up in my hand.
So I explained…all the while distracted by the shaken cashier trembling in horror, a few words flashed through my consciousness powerfully…”mercy, compassion, least of these, why was it absent from this young lady, why so fearful?” There was something so very irrational about her reaction, I thought… as I held this delicate pulsating vibrant fuzzy warm tender life in my huge hand?”
When I returned to the truck I gently placed the bird on the front passenger seat and it seemed much chipper and very vocal!
So I went back to return it to nearby where I found it…it immediately flew into the trees and I knew it would be reunited with it’s mate.
So this morning as I was meditating I heard “a bird in the hand”, weird but I literally did have a “bird in the hand” that I had almost completely forgotten about.
I mean it was just a day ago and yet seemed like so distant a memory?
As I was meditating and praying I found that I unconsciously had my outstretched hand open as if to receive.
I looked over and a pair of sparrows were at the feeder as well as a mated pair of cardinals, I came in and typed this…while it was fresh in my thoughts.
What does it mean?
I have no clue, only that I know it means SOMETHING?
Does it mean anything to the reader?
I often find that answers await just a little further down the road if one remains on track, I’ve learned not to sweat it.
If it is a message meant to be heard and understood in GOD’s own timing it will be revealed.
Sometimes the smallest of things lead to great revelations.
Like the bird…some things are simply black or white to us.
With G-D…it can easily, simultaneously, be both and more.
By the way this particular bird had a very bright spot of crimson red,
upon the crown,
of it’s head.
There are things we must learn to accept as True(mysteries), that the most venerable, studious, learned, diligent, dedicated, theologian cannot explain.
Otherwise they wouldn’t be referred to as mystery but “known“.
(aren’t we so very much like fragile little birds in the Lord’s tender loving hands?)
“if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers”
In this precious breath given
We resuscitate by C.P.R.
Pound clenched fists into chests
Without discrimination or discernment
Between dead and living
the only means by which to receive
As thunder roars in downpours
And lightning threatens
The sounds of wars waged to the East
Prophesied machinations of a beast ensue
While the West seems oblivious
To the chickens come back to roost
In trials and tests bewildered
Getting as good as given
Turmoil chaos and unrest
Seething beneath a delusional peace
Policing the world
While creating an environ
With no policing of police
Being torn apart
One and all drawn and quartered
Trampled underfoot in a welcoming “free?” society
By the very same quarters given
Fuel costs are down
Shopping carts fuller
The surge towards December 25th progresses as planned
While wall street speculates
and rubs together greedy hands
Innocent children are dying to be born
in our very midsts
We awaken by grace to new days given
Greet it with the same old ways of livin’
Anxious to receive and give
As we conceive, perceive
And the Giver of all things good
Surveys our follies
With mercy, love and compassion
Hears the cries of joy
And of those in need
“least of these…”
Impoverished in pain and pleading
They are by no means forgotten
By a G-D,
Who can never be
(First image juxtaposed to the last,
makes one want to ask,
just what the hell are we celebrating anyway?)
If one becomes too fixated
On any one particular thing
At one particular time
To the exclusion of everything else
Surrounding the frame around one’s life walk
One can paint the outside surface of the frame
Paint the door jamb
And miss the dingy outside edges
Now in stark contrast
To a freshly painted wall
Just as we can become so embroiled in minutia
As to miss the bigger picture
Eyes on a portion pleasing
And miss the panoramic entirety of the mural
Even as it miraculously, mysteriously unfolds
new dimensions …