I always get a bit of a spiritual high during Lent. Perhaps it’s all that incense at the church services. Or maybe it’s just the season. Whatever, I’ve been thinking about the one-ness of everything. About the “love your neighbour as yourself” thing. The even more radical “love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you” thing.
It’s impossible that much loving kindness. But I suppose I might practice. And what better way to begin than with words. So.. This…
what if no one is despicable only so shattered we can’t see the light shining through the splinters not even darkly
what if all creation is truly fashioned in your image by your hands breathed to life by spirit whole and holy
what if inside that activist that policeman that homeless person that orange turd in the florid pot there’s only a poor worm frightened and resisting
what if we could all see the You we’re meant to be the most lovely loving being winged and lifting