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Healing GrandMother’s Earth

Could you more faithfully believe?

Your enemies do not sacrifice their first born children
right before they eat them

And they do not worship
big
predative Jewish
and colonizing Muslim
ruthlessly bought and sold
international pagan terrifying corporations,

Could we believe?

Healthy cooperative democracy
and green polyculturally robust
new spring communion ages
win/win empowering
enlightening health wealthy climates
are less safe
than unhealthy plutocracy
and red monoculturing violent
old autumnal ages
win/lose BusinessAsUsual stealing
from Earth’s future resilient
resonant residents
of highest and best ecosystemic
consciousness.

Could we restore belief?

In health-optimal wealthy EarthJustice outcomes
robust
resonant
resilient
for at least seven indigenously wise
win/win ecopolitical cooperative regenerations
in global sacred-integral solidarity
AND secular empowerment
actively governing EarthGreenPeace
quietly restorying
win/win health-paradise justice.

Do we actively believe?

In Christ’s patriarchal kingdom
in this democratizing SecondComing moment
within revolving
salvific
inspiring spiraling
redemptive embodied hands

Connected
processive/progressive
egalitarian/interdependent
evolutionary/revolutionary
left/right
bicamerally interdependent wings

Do we believe?

Hellfire and brimstone eternal punishment
of StraightWhite VengefulGod’s privileged preaching

Our fundamental win/lose capitalist
left-brain dominant economic experience
and politically disempowering
devolutionary SundaySchool
and academic schooled teachers
predict a hellish
anti-Rapturous
anti-demonic Earthly natured
secularized future climate
for appropriately punished
pathologically sinful generations

of GodMan’s original
unspiritual
anthrosupremacist idolatry

Remorsefully turning away
from Creation’s Green/Blue Revelations
to follow sickly fallow former-democratic win/win
now mortally win/lose remains
of paradise Eden organic gardens

Where natural
means not spiritual

When human
means not divine

While secular
means not sacred

dualistic
monotheistic
monoculturing unhealthy patriarchal minds
and unsafe impure animated bodies.

Could we multiculturally believe?

We feel healthier
and safer
and even cooperatively win/win
polycultural golden rule wealthier

CoInvesting in ecosystemic engaging
cooperatively communing
speaking and listening
deep matriarchal green learning

How to optimize healthy theological experience
with synergetic truest win/win sufficient wealth
ecologically energetic for all
great and small
grandchildren of regenerative Earth’s Creation
and ReCreation process,

Progressing interfaith volution
through sensory gospel revolution

Power and light
democratic empowerment
and non AnthroPublican enlightenment
equity and interdependence
universally co-redemptive economics
and win/win unitarian co-empathic powertics

Bicamerally nonpartisan polyways
interfaiths
multiculturing hope
metaEarth polyvagal
win/win long-term health
becomes re-connecting
re-ligioning ecosafety.

Could we believe, yet again?

Restoring EarthChild Justice
could SecondCome
messianically
GreenEarth progressive

And not so direly
paranoid for certain
only our enemies
are known by their dark fruits

Sacrificing their first born grandchildren
on the altars of nationalistic redwing wars
right before Earth vengefully eats them,
burns them,
drowns them,
starves them,
enslaves them,
whips them,
lynches them,
criminalizes them,
mercifully suffocates them.

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Mother’s Mother

My mother’s mother and I were very close.
We needed each other
in diversely validating ways.

She needed to know
experience
hear and see and feel and touch
a healthier love of mutual regard
than she felt she achieved
with any of her three daughters.

I needed to feel
I was some loved adult’s most significant event,
most vulnerable and transparent grace
for who I felt and knew I was
yet to gay become
without any need to change
what I could not internally rearrange.

When I was a senior in high school
this grandmother became sick with cancer
and depression,
mortal doubts and fear.

I knew this
not because I had visited her
but because my parents
and aunts
whispered their hopelessness
before repeatedly reminding me,
There is nothing I can do
to help her
or prepare myself
for such great loss,
perhaps less great,
more relief,
for them.

But they were wrong.
Wrong about my grandmother.
Wrong about me.
Wrong about us, together.

I knew her favorite hymns.
I was her favorite voice.
We needed no other instruments,
percussive or lyrical.
We had enough time
to revisit our music lessons,
Lyrics are tools for young friendship
Not weapons against old enemies.

Precious Lord
take my hand,
Lead me on
when I can’t stand.
I am tired,
I am weak,
I am worn.
Through these trials,
Through this storm,
Lead me on
Precious Lord.

And so we sang
and so I danced
and told her favorite story
of beds too hard,
of friends too soft,
and a child who sings just might

Of Earth too hot
and river beds too soft
and motherlands too cold
and us, now growing distant,
yet singing this last time
just right.

 

 

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