Time now to start
To widen our heart;
And tighten the tether
That binds us together.
We are of one blood,
Though separate we’ve stood.
Time now to mend,
To heal and to lend,
To soften and bend,
And bring strife to an end.
Your story isn’t mine,
But I think that is fine.
I say God speaks in ev’ry tongue,
Those near and far; the old and young;
The atheist and Hindu, too;
Christian, Muslim, Pagan, Jew;
With each, I feel a grace is shared
And aspects of the Truth are bared.
I feel there’s much we all could learn
If everyone could have their turn.
If we make space for all to live,
We also grant that all may give.
This doesn’t mean we will agree,
Or that all is futility.
It is, however, best that we
Allow for everyone to Be.
It’s possible to change,
Re-think and re-arrange.
Many say that it is not,
But I think they’re a rotten lot,
Scared to finally admit
That no excuses can permit
Our bland refusal to make new
Our Souls, our Selves; So just a few
Brave persons risk the glance within,
Acknowledging whatever sin
Has led them to this place of thought,
And all the baggage they have brought.
One by one, the steps increase,
Few by few, their errors cease.
Repentance is a spiraled track,
With some steps forward, others back.
As long as one is on the move,
I think that Christ indeed approves.
So do not listen when they say,
“You’ll never outrun yesterday.”
Leave others to their judgments cold,
And strike a new course, scared but bold.
A silent place to calm my head,
Empty pews with nothing said.
The only light from votives bright,
That center me in thought tonight.
In silence, I can hear the sound
Of countless saints gathering ’round
And whispering into my ear
The Way I need to go from here.
I believe that quietude
Serves as a sort of “Spirit Food”
That nourishes our inward parts,
And brings new life into our hearts.
If ever things just get too loud,
Take a moment from the crowd
And let the silence speak to you,
And give you grace to make it through.
I’ve returned to what I’ve always known.
In many ways, I find I’ve grown.
Yet as I enter from the Wild,
In faith, I find I’m still a child.
I do not think that I am cursed,
For as in faith I’m re-immersed,
I learn of Heaven’s joys once more.
And find the Home I’m looking for.
We are new with every rising sun.
No matter what it is we’ve done,
Just know that there is hope for you,
And nothing Grace cannot undo.
So walk with Peace and walk in Light,
Try your best to do what’s right,
And listen for the guiding Voice
That helps us make a different choice.