Category Archives: Imperfection

St. Francis, I Loveth Thee, But…

Lord, I pray that you will make me an instrument of your peace

even though Jesus said sometimes there would not be peace, but a sword.

 

I’d like to sow love

but my fear drives me to defend against what you hate.

 

If I could pardon, I would, and be pardoned;

But after I died, I might not still know

how to get along with others.

 

I’d love for you to give me faith in place of doubt,

as doubt has been the mechanism of fear

which has been the driving force for me to try to be good

so that I won’t be consigned to eternal torture.

 

If you could replace my despair with hope,

I would still know that

for everyone,

life is being prophetically preached as getting much worse

in a literal way

before it gets better.

 

If your light could be shined into the darkness,

there is not a better time than the always now.

 

And I feel I cannot change

a part of my being that you put into place

which is so much a part of your empathy for those who are not special;

You’ve given me the Spirit of Sadness that supersedes the joy in the feeling

of getting mine.

 

For I do not want to be consoled out of caring for the unimportant,

the ones who can’t call themselves a man-made label,

but who possibly know your Spirit anyway.

For there is no ego in Christ,

and His generosity of heart does not require puffing up,

only Love.

 

I will not be understood. I mirror you in that.

 

I will not say flowery words that preach to the choir

to receive the seal of approval from the many.

 

I will give to whom I give, without speaking of it.

 

I will ask you to pardon me when I complain because dying hurts,

or I can’t understand others.

Help me to make you happy and to bring joy

in the uniquely peculiar way you have bestowed on me;

I ask you to help me forgive myself and others

when we enjoy our false feelings of competition

as if in some race to be the best over being loving.

 

If I have trouble loving rightly,

help me to see what love there is in me and you together.

 

If each person knew the joy of existing in love

they would never leave it.

Therefore, since the potential and seed-planted desire of all your creation

is to intrinsically experience the high of love,

help me to see all my brothers and sisters

as operating in only the highest degree of love

that they can in this moment

even if it is mainly out of self-preservation.

From this perspective, most are operating

from the highest level capable

in the cumulative consciousness.

 

Help me to be part of a shift that helps the collective move forward.

 

Help me to have empathy for those

who are seemingly tethered to the generalized quality of this mirage,

and for the areas of my life

where I am blind to it myself.

 

Help me to care for the collective wholeness, even as I know

I have to account for my individual self.

Correcting in self

Loving toward others

May it be so.

Life Brings Punishment Enough for the Infallible

My prayers are for the peace of the world, for Love to fully blossom and grow. It is unnecessary to demonize another group. No zero game is needed.

I always knew I was a Stephen, a speaker of the truth Love gives me. I am willing to be the scapegoat, but not a seeker of martyrdom; I’m not seeking it, but open to what God gives me to do.

Long ago, God allowed me to be more comfortable with black people than many of their white counterparts. I’ve always gone for the underdog — the One who was cast out, the one they said could never be accepted. I root for the rejected, the downtrodden, the seemingly hopeless. I am a prayer warrior for those deemed to be the unchosen, knowing that God made all people to be more than Hell’s play things.

It seems my lot in life is to be rejected by the orthodox, to see the meaning behind the words, and to know the Love that only seeks to create a kinder world, not a retributive one purely for the sake of punishing the infallible.

When BEing Burns Bridges

When being burns bridges

and a straight jacket

is a

City of the righteous

containing your

Soul

so that Other can please its

Angry Idols

and make of YOU

an example they’ve never known

Until their own wounding

becomes their baseline,

becomes their home

 

When one is that thing

that is WRONG with the world

and Jesus smiles

with pure understanding…

Go and sin no more

For

in not letting their judgment destroy you

You could

instead be healed

By MY Love,

My love,

Be Imperfectly

waiting in Love

 

When the World’s Upside Down

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Where do you go

when the world’s upside down

when your very best friends

look upon you and frown

Who do you seek

when the going gets blue

who can you trust

who will always be true

Jesus is Who

He’s the one that makes new

He’ll never desert you

Sitting righteous in pew

He’ll always love hue

though your virtues are few

He’ll be your glory

when your shine becomes goo

He’ll battle old Saul

for the right for your soul

It’s Jesus who loves you

so roll, baby, roll.

An Entangled Winter’s Space Review

 

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Fear

Friend of mine

What do you feel in me

Is it what you imagined it to be

to feel through my bones

while my breath goes shallow,

I forget what comes automatic

as I enter into the hallow

of the non-narcotic

psychedelic dream you gave to me

whose seed originated

in a winter’s icy freeze

chasing itself into my lungs,

Yellow Rays and Pink Fuzzy Breeze

I feel your hand in mine

 

And fear

 

I feel your disgrace

Your dirty fire-breathing dragon face

I’ll make a poet of you

a classy, sassy

space review

From another planet

we’ll arrive

anew

 

I’ll open up your arms

and lay claim to you

as we take the seat together

at the back of the room

I hug you

we embrace

And what is left of the rest of the race?

Life’s Loom

in peaceful resting resignation

— Resume