Monday, December 29, 2014

This Bethlehem Dream

daddy says the world is
a drum tight and hard
and i told him
i’m gonna beat
out my own rhythm.

Nikki Giovanni

It's hibernation time at 4910 Cecil. Lindsay has been battling a vicious cough and sinus disease for more than a week now. Prayers are flowing from Detroit: for peace, liberation and healing all over this world, wound tight and hard, and for everyone to find precious space, time and energy to beat out their own rhythm, starting a new year afresh.

Here's a poem that Tom wrote for the church service last Sunday:
We script & sing this Bethlehem Dream
Of Life reflecting divine Reality,
Light illuminating every dark cavity,
When the lion and the lamb
Dance to a silent tune sung by all humanity.

Until then,
Addiction assaults an
Anxious audience
Caught in counterfeit dramas spun on cable channels.

Until then,
Abuse wreaks havoc
Over apathetic stutter
Reducing would-be protectors to a mutter.

Until then,
Alienation shortchanges families.
Intimacy swapped out
For tribal mentalities and daily practicalities.

Behold the lowly manger
Where dirty animals eat.
A scene utterly mundane
As violence keeps clicking repeat.

Behold this dark-skinned newborn
Swaddled in a barn without water & heat.
The angels claim he’s royalty
But the compost reeks of defeat.

An epidemic of pathologies neuters simplistic pieties.
Global healing springs
In clusters of conscience conspiring for peace.

This pregnant teen sings of Hebrew prophets
Cascading over corporate profits.
This unwed mother ponders amazing things:
Of the sacrificial gifts every child of God can bring.

Predator drones protested back to earth like manna.
The yeast of enemy love rises into eternity.
Predator loans projected back to banks like jubilee.
The seeds of second chance shoot up to infinity.

Light the candle!
Burn our hearts with the Story
Of a blue-collar couple
Reclining on hay bales with the hazed & grazing.

Fear not!
Uncivilized shepherds proclaim the news:
In God’s census,
The illegitimate and confused count.

In the meantime,
God’s incarnate schemes
Unveil vigilant memes
Of Love loitering incognito.

We script and sing this Bethlehem Dream
Of Life reflecting divine Reality,
Light illuminating every dark cavity.
When sorrow melts into solidarity
And tears turn to triumph for all humanity.

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