Posts Tagged ‘hope

23
Mar
11

Tell me your Story…

Tell me who is that singing because they are stretching my hope
Tell me who is that protesting because they have made my soap dirty
Tell me who is that laughing because they made the sun shine
Tell me who is that kissing because they have kicked off marriage time

And I will tell you a story about the football season because I found the emotional journal tied up with theological treason
And I will tell you a story about the war between grace and truth and all the loved ones who lose
And I will tell you a story about the fluff no longer blue and the riot of freedom surrounding you
And I will tell you a story about MC4 and the life shortened and the broke daughter

Tell me what is that budget in your hand and do you carry a case of understanding
Tell me what is that missile in your back pocket and do you have the bill written in sand
Tell me what is that theology you are using to prop up your house of glass
Tell me what is that picture of autumn offered on a summers day during mass

And I will show you a life silent and obscured holding gatherings for the poor
And I will show you a life spent picking up the rotten fruit and contemplating the sores
And I will show you a life drenched in grace and beauty and suffocating in hope
And I will show you a life that makes me scream prayers for the slum dwellers and disturbed financiers
And I will surrender once more and fall to the floor and try never to return the same.

16
Dec
09

If it ain’t broke…

Follow the flickering light over to me –
Emotional responses to the bread and wine
Sometimes need a reminder
That all is fine.
The red in your face and the shaking hands rely on a process which is fading
On a system which is being remade
On a grave which still is a gateway for the brave
On the necessity of brevity and the constant explosion of your personal truth
Something
(Unfortunately) from which you need to be set loose.
Led by the shifting path and sinking light –
Spiritual responses to the ecclesial hope
Sometimes we all need to climb the rope.
The red in your eyes and the silent walk rely on a pattern emerging
On a regime born from the experiment
On a life which always grows and leans on the eternal delicacies
Something
(Hopefully) from which we must cling, gorge on, flip, twist and once again
oh please once again
discover that first taste.




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