Trying to share my
love for Christ with youth, I smashed
some great Commandments.
Trying to share my
love for Christ with youth, I smashed
some great Commandments.
Don’t you feel as though
stalls in an art museum
should be mosaics?
I’m called tree hugger,
greener,
environmentalist,
eco-warrior.
I call myself
those names, too.
But when I see
red-faced screamers
demanding that
governments and nations
make accords,
do something,
force compliance,
I back away.
Giving government
more power
is not where I’ll waste
my waste-fighting
eco-warrior
energies.
Haven’t we learned
from Muir,
Thoreau,
Leopold,
and others?
They DID,
and they wrote
about what they DID.
Movements started
with the power of
DOING,
with the power
of words.
They introduced others
to the beauty
and wonder
and peace,
and joy
found in God’s Creations,
in Mother Nature.
They partnered
with God,
with Nature,
to help folks,
the common man and woman,
feel love for
and wonder at
all God’s creations.
Because how will I
partner with,
love,
and protect
a creation
I’ve never experienced?
This was prompted by an essay on individual responsibility in environmentalism.
As a people-pleaser
who never wanted to
hurt anyone,
it stuns
and pains
and saddens me
to know how badly
I’ve injured
and pained
and scared
those I cared about
the most.
“There is no Christmas in Bethlehem this year.
The tours and pilgrimages have all been cancelled. The streets are bare, the shops empty.The Palestinian residents are in mourning. Celebrations have been replaced with a somber peace vigil and prayer service to mourn for the tens of thousands of people—mostly Gazans, mostly women and children—lost in the Israeli-Hamas conflict.The traditional nativity scene at the Evangelical Lutheran church depicts baby Jesus on a pile of rubble, rather than resting in a manger. Instead of gifts, the wise men carry burial shrouds.Ask anyone in Bethlehem this year what their Christmas wish is, the answer will be the same: they pray for peace.Whether Christian, Jewish, Muslim, a follower of some other tradition (or no religion at all), may we join their prayers.May we affirm together that we are all worthy of dignity and love…That divinity makes it way to earth, hidden in human form…That the Kingdom of God yearns to flourish within each of us…And that the best gift we can ask for is the gift of peace for all.May we practice peace within ourselves…Within our families and communities…
And pray that, one day, we will beat swords into plowshares.”
I must be always/
positive, and give peace on/
earth, good will to all.
— The backstory for this poem was my take on Longfellow’s poem “I heard the Bells”, and also a haiku inspired by a prose piece Kate Phillips wrote. You can read it here.
Reading her Mama’s
life, I see why she fears. I’m
her Daddy, redux.
When we feel God’s Grace
and Spirit, let’s marinate
in it a minute.