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Stolen Heart (a poem)

She stole my heart
at first sight.      Her beauty.      Her grace.      Her eyes.      Her voice.      Her smile. But she didn’t need to hold it captive. She gave it back to me in complete trust knowing that I needed it to love her fully. This is the risk of true love.   — bshivers

One Way (a poem)

Think a life of
judgement,
accusal,
condemnation,
and self-righteousness
is difficult?
Try a life of
love,
grace,
acceptance,
and selflessness.
One way
is broad and easy;
one
is narrow and treacherous.
One way
leads to division and death;
one
brings unity and life.
It is not the task of humanity to decide
who is wrong,
what is holy,
who is out,
who will never measure up.
Rather to be human means to strive for
affirmation of personhood,
embracing the ever-present sacred,
unmitigated inclusion,
building one another up.
  — bshivers

Haiku - Breath

Let us remember
Divine breath fills you, fills me,
And the space between.
  — bshivers

Haiku - Spring

Shedding the old skin;
Constrained ways now left behind;
Behold a new life.

  — bshivers

Good News Indeed

The seemingly incessant attempt to
partition off grace,
as if somehow it needs a protector
or a self appointed gate keeper,
to keep the worthy in
and the unclean out,
is nothing more than
narcissism and
delusions of grandeur
disguised as personal piety
and religious rightness.
Grace is only grace
if it is available to all -
no matter who,
no matter what,
no matter where.
And that is good news,
indeed.
  — bshivers

It Becomes Easier (a poem)

If I allow myself
to understand you
as an abstraction,
it becomes much easier
to minimize your needs.

If I allow myself
to perceive you
as a generalization,
it becomes much easier
to justify my prejudice.

If I allow myself
to regard your life
as an oversimplification,
it becomes much easier
to confirm my bias.

If I allow myself
to see you
as you,
it becomes much easier
to discover humanity.

  — bshivers

Other Focused

Being other focused is
difficult,
time consuming,
thoughtful,
an act of faith,
and life giving.

Being self-centered is
easy,
quick,
mindless,
faithless,
and deadly.

  — bshivers

Because You Exist (a poem)

You are not enough.
You have no right. You are not good. You cannot do that. You are not worthy. You will never make it.
Are among the sinister lies we tell ourselves; we are told; we buy; we believe; we live into; we become.
These are nothing but false narratives that lead us away  from our own  miraculous, magnificent existence.
Hear this truth instead. Because you exist the universe will never be the same.
  — bshivers

let us be (a poem)

let us be
people
of
wells
     not walls;
bridges
     not trenches;
tables
     not fences;
toward
     not from;
with
     not against;
together
     not separate;
for
people
let us be.

  — bshivers

Incarnation (a poem)

Today, take time to listen   to the depth      of the sorrows,       of the joys,      of the regrets,      of the hopes,      of the pain,      of the dreams,      of the despair,      of the longings,      of the fears, of someone else reminding them that they are not      alone in this human experience; neither are you; neither am I. This is       incarnation.

The Noise (a poem)

We fill
our spaces,
our minds,
our lives
with Noise;
everywhere,
all the time.

Even our
time alone
has become
Noise.
Even our
relationships
have become
Noise.
Even our
worship
has become
Noise.

We claim
to enjoy
it.
“It makes
me happy,”
we say.
“It fills
me with joy,”
we claim.
“It gives
me a distraction,”
we declare.

And indeed
it does.

The Noise
distracts us
from the depth
found in
one another,
ourselves,
the divine.

The depth
is what
frightens us
most.
So we fill it
with
Noise.
Until
all that remains
is the shallows.

Yet,
it is in the depths
we discover
life.
It is in the depths
we find
beauty.
It is in the depths
we realize
us.

It is time
we find
the courage
to silence
the Noise.
  — bshivers

To All Women Everywhere (a poem)

To all the women,
and all the girls
who one day will be,
never doubt
  your strength,
  your courage,
  your power
to change the world.
The universe is
born everyday through
  your imagination,
  your determination,
  your dreams,
  your resilience.
The weight of the world,
the ceilings of glass,
the small mindedness
cannot
  hold you down,
  silence your voice,
  steal your personhood,
  stop your influence.
You are stronger
in your broken places,
and everyone best take notice,
because
YOU
ARE
HERE!
  -- bshivers

Do We?

We must
not accuse
God of being loving unless we  are willing    to admit,   to confess,   to proclaim this love is for  everyone, not just for us, not just for those who   think,   believe,   behave,   live,   look,   love just like we do. Or do we need   the convenience,   the comfort,   the ease of a graven divinity  that   thinks,   believes,   behaves,   lives,   looks,   loves just like we do? Do we? The question then remains, who is creating whom?   — bshivers

listen

shh
listen

you are
accepted

you are
loved

you are
enough

yes,
you are

shh
listen

One Pledge

What if...
we all took one pledge;
just one,
this one;
to stand up
for the humanity
of one another,
in all circumstances,
no matter what?
Why
     is this such a threat?
Why
     isn't this our aim?
What if...
we could rely on one another
to do just that?
What if...

  — bshivers

breathe . . . rest . . . feel

breathe...

rest...

feel...

Do not dismiss
this,
your
human
experience.
It is here
that we are met
by the divine
between us,
within us.
You
have nothing
to prove
to yourself,
to anyone else.
You
are
human;
that
is
enough.
  — bshivers