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Relationships I Hope For

I need clear blue rivers of life
to not always flow away from me,
in some direction
I can’t
or won’t
go right now.

I need green commitments to home
to feel mutually nurturing,
sheltering,
organic,
peaceful,
cooperatively engaging
in nonviolent communion,
co-passionate integrity
of sacred emergent space.

I need the sky
to not always feel grey,
dampening my curious natural spirits.
Instead,
I want to always imagine,
as needed,
as invited,
as if sun summoned,
a radiant blue sky
singing reflections
of invisible spinning stars
on the other
lighter side
of deepest icy winter’s
dense
dull
dark cloud bank
of settled in oppression.

I need rich black soil
to support my feet,
my nose,
my stomach,
green trees,
brightly colored plants
and amazing animated animals
giving back robust excretions,
reparations for past extractions,
borrowed co-investments
infesting EarthTribal
creolizing rich brown humus.

I need my rain-bowed neighbors
to notice
applaud
cheer
celebrate
when two elegantly athletic white swans
sensationally fly upstream
to hang out at our downtown harbor
where we eat
and drink,
rest
and float,
dream
and gloat,
on land
and sandy water,
at least side by side,
if not honking happy
swimming together.

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Pandemonic Hope

“I believe in the sun
even when it is not shining”

I remember someone recently resaying
what has long lain unsaid
inside my paradoxical head,

When asked if I believe in God,
I don’t know what to say.

I might not believe in your God,
at least on my worst
pain-darkened day.

And,
I seem to believe in my own
only in those rare rain-free moments
healthy ego- and eco-gratifying

When I am having a climax heart
and head
song
and dance remembering
re-ligioning
reconnecting EarthMoment

Shared with at least one Other,
perhaps for our first through last time
in this
our day of sacred synergy

Sustaining
surrounding
celebrating a yellow morning
mellow sunrise
promising this wealthy day
without soggy rain

As we prepare to health harvest
warmly fragrant sun-dried hay
I quietly say

So, there is a God,
after all.

“And I believe in love
even when there’s no one there.
And I believe in God
even when he is silent.”

These two additional beliefs
feel like one Relief Belief
to my bicameral head choice
and heart voice.

For it has often been said
and felt
that God is love

Especially when
Matriotic HolySpirit of Love
doesn’t act like a Patriarchal Fool

And, by that,
I reference my own sociopathology
of privileged entitlement
monoculturally over-invested
in capitalist Straight
White
Earth Predations
Colonizations
Extractions
Rapaciousness

But,
my most courageous inscriptions
of whispering hope
often not felt enough
sacredly chosen silence
in spaces between
my LeftBrain dominant
distracting notes

Where my own AnthroSupremacism
falls vibrantly listening
to responsively hear
Elder MotherTrees
sigh
and breeze

Silently praying
for strong rooted
cooperative integrity

Within this organic Green Communion
forest of hands on
generating regenerous Hope.

Note:

Pandemonic Hope is part of a series of theological reflections offered to and from the All Souls Unitarian-Universalist Choir in New London, Connecticut. 

“Inscription of Hope” was composed for the Nebraska Choral Arts Society and Children’s Chorus by Z. Randall Stroope, in conversation with a Russian Folk Tune.  His lyrics are drawn from an inscription on cellar walls hiding Jews in Cologne, Germany, during World War II. Stroope’s own 1994 reflection on the significance of these words, in this Holocaust pandemonic context, “Hope was all they had to hold on to; hope was their only bridge to a brighter [nonviolently restoring justice] tomorrow.”

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HealthCare Requiem

So here we are
now together in this eternal circle
around death’s latest victim
in our apartisan lives.

We pause,
each to invite a quieter humbling access
to silent comfort
from this ministering circle

Each, and together,
facing this our inevitable personal
frighteningly human,
naturally spiritual
and inspirationally natural trauma

Asking forgiveness from ourselves
and each Other in this soon parting Circle,
letting go of flawed relationships
in which we have done and said,
and too often not peacefully done
and said,
harm to ourselves
and to these encircled Others

Here doing our health and wellness best
we can
knowing some days and nights
like this death day,
with nighttime fears
and angers against cruel
and unusual mortality,
we will add to our shared ecology
and theology
of Trauma:

[invite Circle to add their own feelings]

Loss
Suffering
Pain
A degenerating climate
Hopelessness
Despair…

Yet, also in this Sacred Pause
before dispersing
shared Death’s hard inevitability,
we may also invite remembering
this our circling resonance,

When,
in our most robust compassion moments,
health care giving
is also wealth receiving resilient
brilliant,
physically empowering
and spiritually enlightening

We embrace
and celebrate our recircling Trauma facing
sacred place
warmly regarding space

For all that we have said and done
and have not said and not done
from heart-felt compassion
with ____;

[full name of deceased/ing]

This inside silent day
and dark night,
and those before
and yet to come
trusted truths
and healthiest beauty
circles gathering Earth’s compassion
celebrating this sacred pause in Life.

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Red Green and Blue

Red grows politically angry
about wealthy society’s conspiracy
to keep my ego away
from health’s abundant wealth.

Blue spreads out
economically fearful of anger’s power,
my own loss of leftbrain control,
most times less,
sometimes more
than terrifying competitive victory,
unhealthy monopolization
of light and power,
wealth accumulated
by neglecting
postponing
preempting HaveNot wishes,
accelerating Earth abusive investments
of a powerful
and punishing
highly narcissistic
inhumane
pissed off
judgmentally quivering society,
blatantly unsustainable.

Green ecological relationships
remain hopeful
the conjunction of two polarizing
paralyzing negatives,
anger and fear,
like two negatives
equaling a positive,
will produce healthier wealth,

Not more political envy
and economic greed;
but heavenly peace
and nonviolent EarthJustice.

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AntiChristian Trump

Communion does not approach dawn
to vilify our most public egotistic victims
and predators.

Who would it help
to dismiss, with terrifying labels,
iconic
reproductions of sacred history?

But, global legends
contain lessons
for our interdependent
deep cultural learning.

What is a Western Messiah,
an Eastern Bodhisattva?

A wise leader
who sacrifices personal health
safety
enlightenment
immediately transcendent empowerment,
on behalf of those left behind,
poor in spirit,
wounded in nature,
fractured in mind and body.

So, an AntiChrist
is self-serving,
a worshiper of mammon,
a capitalist pig,
if you prefer,
although this feels unfair
to the contented
peace-loving reputation
of healthy pigs.

An AntiChrist
would weigh the value
of personal
and corporate quarterly,
and annual,
and election term profits
more heavily
more selfishly
more anti-Christian
more anti-Islam
more anti-Buddha
more anti-peace
more anti-health
more anti-compassion
than the value of aging lives
most transparently vulnerable
to this post-millennial Virus.

No naturally healthy
and spiritually wealthy
and religious person,
whether disciple of Christ
or follower of Mohammed
or contemplative with Buddha
or ecofeminist as yin-faced Laotse,
could look
and listen
and feel
and think
with cooperative integrity
to discover restorative fruits
of the Holy Spirit
and/or indigenous HolyWind
in the Nationalist Republican
and narcissistic Capitalist Trump
administration

Competing against multicultural campaigns promoting
Love,
faithfulness to wealth of health,
hope for conserving Earth’s living safety,
gentleness,
kindness,
long-suffering patience,
goodness,
integrity,
meekness,
peaceful democratic compassion.

By our active love for Other,
for the immigrant,
the sinner,
the pagan,
for even those who are privileged
and intolerant supremacists
and bullies,
are we known as not AntiChrists.

None of us can prove
by salvific action
or fruitful compassionate deed
that we are redeemed Christians.

But all of us can disprove
by unhealthy degenerative divestments,
by selfish actions,
by pathological misdeeds,
by violent and intentionally misdirecting words,
that we are unredeemed AntiChrists;

Not that I believe Biden
and the not green and non-violent enough Democrats
are likely to invite,
much less multinationally enact,
the global healthy wealth Second Coming
of Earth’s peaceful rapture.

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Waking Up Lumpy

Wake up grumpy
tired
much older than yesterday.

Day fifty-seven,
an irrationally
not nice
non-round number,
since defiantly challenging daughter,
with the contextual right-brain unhealthy intelligence
of a sociopathic alligator,
last came home from school
or anywhere without me.

Remembering her school’s response
when I suggested her six-hours-per-day aide
five days per week
not be switched out every week
or two.
She doesn’t do well with transitions
including interpersonal change,
lack of power to control
a significant Other’s time
to stay
and go.

While aware this is an issue,
their larger concern was burn-out.
Aides couldn’t tolerate the intensity
of her hostility
and constant need
need
need for attention,
for food,
for distraction,
for action,
for…

Wondering how the best of her school supporters
would feel after 228 consecutive
six-hour shifts

Without any supervisor
capable of reassuring me
or him
or her
or them
or us
of how many more to go
without adequate social distancing
within our lumpy quarantine space.

No possible reassurance
or warning
we’re just getting started,
about to end,
over the hump,
or not so much,
actually.

Perfect.

Definite only about feeling humped out
and jumped in
lack of ease,
sucked out potential for unguarded rest.

Feeling sorry for myself,
yes,
but also for her,
and for all of us
who have taken risks
to give long-term care
where receiving care in response
is not a reasonable
or compassionate
expectation of hope-filled ways,
faithful truths,
loving lives

Quietly waking up grumpy
in unsolidarity
unsolitary confinement.

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Soulful Relief

I believe
all Souls
when healthy
and wealthiest
are EcoFeminist Souls.

I believe
all EcoFeminist Souls
when health wealthiest
are safe NonViolent Souls.

I believe
all NonViolent Souls
when wealth healthiest
are secure CoPassionately Empowered Souls.

I believe
all Compassion Souls
when globally resonant
are Win/Win Gaming Souls.

I believe
all Win/Win Souls
safe and healthy
are Timeless ZeroZone Cooperative Souls.

I believe
all ZeroZone Souls
are resilient
but shifting
and changing,
multi-directional
and multi-regenerational,
dynamic,
living,
healthy BeLonging Souls.

I believe
all BeLonging Souls
are Earth’s same synergetic solidarity set
of timeless HolyWind positive enculturators,
HolySpirit creolizing cooperators,
Holonic EcoFeminists

I believe
all Holonic EcoFeminists
include sacred MotherEarth
and Her eternal Sun and MoonLight
Bright
interdependent
intersectional
international
macro-economic
multi-ecological
poly-theological
metaphonic analogical
HealthRights.

I believe
all Health Left/Rights
when wealthiest expressed,
and not merely capital-impressed
over-invested,
are cooperatively organized Left/Right Souls.

I believe
health/wealth is more importantly
and hopefully found
in what all EarthSouls believe.

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Here Is My Ecological Faith

Here is my faith
rooted in experience
yet to flower in things unseen,
relationships unfelt,
communications not yet heard,
tasted and spit out;
Savored

When I touch another life’s body
with kindness
I am thereby touched in return
by remediation,
immediate
intimate compassion,
CoPassion

Perhaps this is also innocently true
of touching minds
with kind and curious intent,
compassionate purpose,

But,
that is about my active hope,
already extending out
further family projections
from healing inside faith experience
that reemerges faith healing imaged future,
fluidly resonant
and co-presently resilient.

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