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Dwelling in the Yes, And

The divine dwells  in the "yes" beckoning us  toward the "and"... encompassing all things as deep  calls to deep. 
The "yes"  is the acknowledgment of the space, the moment,  the experience  in which we find ourselves  in present tense.  Not a fatalistic demand  to be thankful  for that which  is taking place.  Rather, a call  toward awareness of presence now.
"Yes, here I am."  Even here  I am not  alone. 
The "and"  beckons us  forward  no matter what  toward the depth  of that which we don't  understand  about existence,  about experience, about personhood,  about the divine. The "and" gives assent  to the mystery  of what is  yet to be  discovered  that which perhaps  may already be  or that which we  are invited  to co-create. 
In this acknowledgment,  in this vulnerability, in this "yes, and"... we find the Christ  journeying with us; meeting us there.  This is the redemption  of all things.  This is salv…


(a poem)

When I think of me
I must consider multiplicity.
For there isn't just one of me.
There is the me you see;
as well as the one
     I'm perceived to be;
there is also the person
     I want others to believe is me;
and the one you think I should be;
but the most dangerous one
     to me
is the me I have come
     to believe I must be
based on the illusions
     of so many expectations of me.
All of this multiplicity
throws shade on the beauty of me
the one birthed in singularity
through the original
     blessing of divinity.
This is the real me:
born to be
none other than
May you too find
     peace in this mystery
that you are the you
     you were always meant to be.
This marks the end
     of multiplicity.

Fear's Place

Fear has no place
     in gospel.
Fear of someone being treated equally
     is not gospel.
Fear of someone's skin tone
     is not gospel.
Fear of who someone worships
     is not gospel.
Fear of the land from which someone hails
     is not gospel.
Fear of the accent with which someone speaks
     is not gospel.
Fear of who someone else is attracted to
     is not gospel.
Fear of the pronouns which someone uses to identity themselves
     is not gospel.
Fear of someone's mother tongue
     is not gospel.
Fear of someone's religious devotion or clothing
     is not gospel.
Fear of someone's dietary habits or lack thereof
     is not gospel.
Fear of missing out on something "deserved" because someone's basic needs are being met
     is not gospel.
Fear of someone's individuality or identity
     is not gospel.
Fear has no place
     in gospel.

Earth Day, Everyday

(a poem)

I don't need
     to understand the science
          the hows and the whats.
I don't need
     to believe in the God
          you name and you praise.
I need to care.
I need to know
     that my children
     your children
     and our children's
     around the world
will breathe
     the air
          we now share
will inherit
     the earth
          we leave behind
for better
     for worse.
May we live
with them
     in our mind,
     in our heart,
     in the manner
          in which we care
for the planet
     we inhabit

Threat Level

(a poem)

There is no threat  to self  in treating others, in seeing others, in honoring others as independent  selves  worthy of  being seen, worthy of being accepted, worthy of  being loved as they are beautifully, magnificently, fully human.

Yes, and

(a poem)
Indeed, I am      scoundrel...      saint... yes, and      cowardly...      brave... yes, and      fragile...      strong...
I am      unlovable...      precious... yes, and      uncertain...      confident... yes,  and      fearful...      courageous...
I am      judgmental...      gracious... yes, and      intolerant...      loving... yes, and      broken...      beautiful... I am Indeed.

Faith Is

(a poem)

Faith is
not a possession;
nor is it
a measure of righteousness
or personal piety.
Faith is
not something
that separates me
from you
or anyone else;
nor is it
an object of oppression,
a weapon of war,
or a tool of torture.

Faith is
that in which we participate
Faith is
the grand counter-narrative
to the fatalistic notion
that nothing will ever
Faith is
living into the invitation
to see the world in
a new way.
Faith is
our active response
as coauthors
in the story,
in this journey
we share.
Faith is.

The Next Day

(a poem)

Startled awake
by hope,
or fear.
Was it a dream?
Was it true?
If just
a dream
how can we
as if it were
something more;
something real?
If the rumors
are true
we may wonder,
Either way
things will never
be the same;
we can never
be the same
because of


(a poem for Easter)

the alleluias.
Do so gently
if you must.
There is no
right way
for it to be done.
Shout it boldly
for all to hear.
Whisper it gently
into the wind.
Be patient
with one another;
with your self.
We are all
still finding out
what it means
that the tomb is
the declaration
"He is risen"
is punctuated with
a faint
question mark;
a bold
exclamation point.
perhaps today
it should be
ellipsis . . .
This work,
this resurrection
It is not complete
without us.
He is risen . . .

Love Wins

(a poem)
Empires  and institutions will never understand  Love
Love cannot be  codified; commodified; controlled.
Love  is risky; behaves erratically;  will not bow down.
Love  places humanity first; demands equality; leads to sacrificial living.
Love cannot be  vanquished; eliminated; destroyed.
Love  wins, even at the cost
of itself. 

Walk Anyway

(a poem)

Every path is rocky;
Every journey is treacherous; Every road is unsteady; Every way is crowded; Every walk is lonely; Every passage is dangerous; Every pilgrimage is difficult.  
Yet  we walk anyway.  One step at a time; one fierce  determined step after  the one before and prior to the next.  Our feet may be bloodied; our knees battered and bruised; our ego cracked and stained; we walk anyway.  
We are not alone for there are fellow travelers  on their own  arduous trek. Our odysseys often run parallel to one another; at times they intersect, but theirs isn't yours  nor yours theirs  but we walk anyway  simultaneously.  Understanding the struggle  is unique  but not isolated.  We walk anyway. 
It is what we are meant to do.  One step at a time; one fierce  determined step after another always  moving forward toward God knows what.  We walk anyway.

False Binaries

False binaries
are destroyed
in the person of 
Jesus -

Faith Is Not

Faith cannot be
reduced to 
a litmus test;
a shibboleth;
a magic formula;
a wordy incantation:
a list of dos;
a list of don'ts;
a set of "right" beliefs;
a self help program;
a prescription;
a secret handshake;
a code word;
a hidden door.

Palm/Passion Sunday

On Palm/Passion Sunday
let us be careful
not to confuse
a donkey
with a stallion,
palm branches waving
with saber rattling,
shouts of hosanna
with battle cries.

As It Is

(a poem)

Did his soul ascend to heaven?
And what about the mother
who suckled him at her breast
before drowning in the sea?
And the souls of
and Medgar;
and Addie Maye;
James Earl,
and Michael Henry;
and Tamir;
and Eric;
Is there room
for such as these
behind the golden gates,
or is heaven
merely a reflection of
our unjust earthly existence
counting the privileged in
and all others out -
in heaven
as it is on earth?
Let us live
into the hope
that the opposite
is true
where all souls
of all hues,
all ethnicities,
all creeds,
all identities,
all orientations,
are fully welcome
on earth
as it is in heaven.

Love is hard

Love is hard...
Love asks difficult things of all of us; Love asks that we see one another as humans; Love asks that we treat one another as beloved; Love asks that we seek the good for one another no matter what; Love asks that we strive to see through someone else's eyes; Love asks that we not prejudge; Love asks that we look beyond self; Love asks that we open the borders of our heart; Love asks that we consider humanity before rules and regulations; Love asks that we give not out of vanity or piety; Love asks that we stand up for those who cannot; Love asks that we sit down with those who are weary; Love asks that we speak up not for but on behalf of those whose voices have been stolen; Love asks that we remain quiet to listen to the voices that challenge our preconceptions; Love asks that we move when we would rather sit still; Love asks that we act especially when our knees shake;  Love asks us to be uncomfortable;  Love asks no matter who, no matter what, no matter when; Lo…