January 30
The Was and the Is
The Silent Scream that existed as a placeholder for my G-d
was incomprehensible to me. I entered AA
and was informed that understanding my Higher Power was required not just some
far distant goal. In true alcoholic form
my first move was to shun G-d. This made
room for my rage which was in much need of the space. After a few fine years of dissipation I lost
interest in incendiary devices no matter how large their detonation
capacity. Having cleared the room I
brought in G-d as potted plant. I talked
to it occasionally, watered and fed it, mostly ignored it. Growing in spite of lacking ministrations G-d
was an unobtrusive force living in the corner changing gas into air and
demanding nothing. As I quelled my
apprehension and lived with the Presence I looked, listened, probed and
questioned the subtle Force sharing the room. “Add it up,” chanted the children
in my ear, “run the numbers, settle the accounts.” I calculated proofs and discarded the faulty
and inaccurate. What was left, the
whole, not the remainder was mine to keep, but it was not everything. I haven’t an everything G-d, because I am not
a nothing person. I am something and G-d
is something too. We are complimentary,
like pairs of angles who come full circle.
Show the sun the souls of your feet
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TRUST
You can trust people to be who they are.
I am a different being in relationship to different people.
To some I am the center of their constellation,
The sun burning bright, I 'm all they can see.
To others I am the moon,
Orbiting them, silent and dedicated.
With another group, I am a comet streaking through the sky,
Seldom seen but well remembered.
For many I am a distant star.
One among the multitude, blending in the night with the other signs.
Then there are the folks who see me in a more down to earth way,
I am the dirt beneath their feet.
The farmer sees me as a plant to be tended.
The cowboys view me as a horse to be broken.
To fisherman I'm a catch.
I am what people want to see.
So what can I trust them to be?
Wrapped in their own worlds
Yes, mostly I guess,
None of my business in the end.
I watch them and learn what I want to do, who I want to be.
In large part by avoiding what I see them do.
I do trust people to serve as bad examples, often
And good ones infrequently.
You can trust people to be who they are.
I am a different being in relationship to different people.
To some I am the center of their constellation,
The sun burning bright, I 'm all they can see.
To others I am the moon,
Orbiting them, silent and dedicated.
With another group, I am a comet streaking through the sky,
Seldom seen but well remembered.
For many I am a distant star.
One among the multitude, blending in the night with the other signs.
Then there are the folks who see me in a more down to earth way,
I am the dirt beneath their feet.
The farmer sees me as a plant to be tended.
The cowboys view me as a horse to be broken.
To fisherman I'm a catch.
I am what people want to see.
So what can I trust them to be?
Wrapped in their own worlds
Yes, mostly I guess,
None of my business in the end.
I watch them and learn what I want to do, who I want to be.
In large part by avoiding what I see them do.
I do trust people to serve as bad examples, often
And good ones infrequently.
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