Jan 28, 2015

Those Who Walk Among Us
Many centuries and generations have passed since the God of Abraham walked among his people, so the Lord asked himself “what has changed on this Earth that I once created for my children?” I left them my laws to follow, the free will to choose between right and wrong, and the opportunity to learn from their own mistakes. I gave them the courage to go on in the face of tribulation and a comforter to remain with them always. I promised to wash away their past sins, they were guaranteed a clean slate, and the chance to be like me: full of greatness, love, compassion, the chance to be immortal, to be perfect. God said “I shall walk among the human souls and see what they see, feel what they feel, experience what lessons they have learned and taught.”
Looking for a lesson in compassion and attentiveness - as a homeless Veteran God secretly came into existence. In dirty tattered clothes, he roamed the city streets. Speaking to strangers about “his father in Heaven,” he talked of miracles and of angels, but the police labeled him as mentally ill and tagged him as schizophrenic. No one wanted to hear. The wealthy passed by and ignored him. They thought he was foolish, uneducated, and nothing more than a nuisance. Later he was robbed and left bleeding in the street. No one stopped to help. God was aghast from the treatment of a man who had given so much..
For enlightenment in the act of kindness - he then tried appearing as a beautiful white dove, a symbol of peace, joy, and love, but a nearby hunter shot him in mid flight, because he was bored. He called it “sport.” The dove fell to a nearby field: it lay in the grass, heart racing, and eyes rapidly moving, pupils enlarging, and then the life force slowly drained away. A frail, limp, feathered body lying all alone and frightened. God’s spirit returned to Heaven. What he experienced, disheartened him greatly. How could such a graceful and harmless creature have such a violent death?
For an education in humility and purity God appeared to man in the image of Jesus Christ, but he used an Islamic name. Traveling through the Deep South, as a stranger, from the Middle East, his skin was not white, his language not English - the Klan, with ghostly sheets covering their faces, branded him a terrorist and hung him on a makeshift gallows. Embittered over the prejudice, Emmanuel’s  soul returned to Heaven.
He tried transforming into a child, thinking that the innocent and pure of heart would bring out only the best in man, but his earthly parents were too busy for him. He was left alone while his parents went out to party and at the hands of his pedophile neighbor he was violated, raped, and abused. The Prince of Peace was now outraged.
Seeking insight into mutual respect he appeared as an elderly woman, but because she was old and frail, with dementia, she was placed in a nursing home, and later she died from loneliness and neglect. He thought maybe this was an isolated case so he reappeared at a Native American Elder. He thought surely I will learn of traditions and rites of passage, but the Reservation youth, who had been forced into white man schools, had lost all knowledge of their ancestry and religion and had turned to alcohol as an escape. God was totally disillusioned.  
He contemplated what form to take on next and the idea of man’s best friend came to mind, so he changed himself into a dog. He thought surely I will see unconditional love, will find companionship, and loyalty. For these are what a canine heart shares in abundance. At first he was accepted, well fed, and lots of attention, but then his owner became bored with him. He was too costly to feed and to take to the vet. The man considered trading him for a new smart phone or a game console, but instead he sold him at auction to the highest bidder. With a spiked chain around his neck, his new owner threw him into a ring, and because he refused to fight, he was beaten and killed.
What kind of education in humanity did God walk away with? Were the tears of the Father one’s of pride and joy, or were they tears of sadness and disappointment? Is this what his son had died for? Jesus, with his dying breathe said “Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do”, but after that many centuries – mankind should have learned.

Jun 24, 2012

Coyote Baiting, What Lesson Taught?

Ripping flesh with their teeth
The hounds tear at the animal
Tortured and bleeding it fights for survival
The agonizing pain is so deep
Blood runs from the open wounds
There is a pitiful cry
As the coyote takes its last breathe
Yet still it finds no peace
Its limbs are ripped from their sockets
The snapping of bones is heard
And there among the onlookers
A child in his teens
Feeding on the violence
He envisions the kill
He looks at the dead carcass
The coyotes face is dim
There is a haze of recognition
In the coyotes likeness the boy sees his father
Violence begets violence
Lessons are learned
And vengeance comes swiftly

Jun 10, 2012

All in a Day

It’s bright, it’s bright
The stars are out tonight
And the moon sits there smiling in the sky
And the planets they revolve
Gaseous state and all
And the clouds go rumbling, rolling by

 It’s cool, it’s cool
The kids and fish are all in school
And the cat tails blow in breezes by the pond
And the carp they splash and turn
The water, ripples, as it churns
Everything in nature’s, where it belongs

It’s bright, it’s bright
The darkness turns to light
The sun comes up grinning in the east
And the birds sing their songs
Squirrels and rabbits hop along
God’s creation of man and all the beasts

It’s a miracle for sure
The world must concur
A day on this earth is a special gift…

 It’s bright, it’s bright
The stars are out tonight
And the moon sits there smiling in the sky
And the planets they revolve
Gaseous state and all
And the years go quickly rolling by!

Some things in life mean much more

I love those small town places
With all those old familiar faces
Roads that travel to and fro and back again
Railroad tracks that children walk
Corners to just stand and talk
Parks for families and groups to go…
I love those small white churches
Streets lined with silver birch
Pizza places and dairy queens…all so serene
Bicycles and roller skates, cookouts with paper plates
Those were the days of family fun.
Tent revivals in the yard, fried chicken cooked in lard
Softball games at the local school…..so cool
Clothes that were hand me downs, toys to pass around
Extra cash just wasn’t easy to find.
But happiness and friends were near, necessities you found right here
No one worried about making it alone…
So, oh, when I dream, these are the things I see
Swings made from old oak trees, with the smell of lilac in the breeze…
If time could be turned back, we’d all feel less harassed
we’d learn to appreciate what we’ve had
But it’s the future now, and this change is all so wild
It’s really all quite sad…..
but we will try and make the best, as we all age and rest
Holding on to the memories, passed loved ones brought
We’ll be richer for the times, and someday we will find
That having more didn’t really mean so much…..
Treasures really aren’t so rare, they are truly everywhere
In the hearts of those our lives have touched!