Come dance with me
Guess who I’ll be
At the ball of masquerade
You’ll see my face
That I’ll replace
I dance my grand charade
Come listen once
Dear brilliant dunce
It’s true this love I feign
Sweet nothings slur
Words lovely blur
Cause pain, no choice, remain
The trust that’s gone
May come at dawn
A principle election
The words you hear
Are cloudy clear
Choose where you place affection
The dreadful evening news is filled with ills
Her gleaming eyes of planes that never land
The talking heads fill space ‘tween selling pills
And finish with cute puppies in the sand
Analysis is often hard to find
The whys and wherefores hidden in a cloud
But Sunday’s sales will mollify the mind
The deals! They’ll make a killing, feeling proud
Though sometimes there’s a tone that resonates
I take a breath and turn attentive ears
A problem I can tackle for me waits
Solutions not in months but many years
One more starfish thrown into the sea
The journey matters both for them and me
In her poem, The Summer Day, Mary Oliver asks,
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Question. Not the
I got you
Question nor the
I’m smarter than you
Question. Ask the
Tell me who you are today?
Question. Ask the
What’s the best, most interesting?
What’s surprised you?
Question. Ask the
Tell me more about…
Question. Not the judge, jury nor executioner
Question but the
___build community and understanding
Answers are not lions (but may be thorns).
Answers are doors.
Answers. Then ask another
She was love
and she was loved.
Some people represent home
that feeling of welcome
the warm embrace
She was one of those people who
don’t have to do or
or… or… or
Just be love
Share the stories
Call you out
In all of your OK-ness
just as you are
as she is
So it is
So she will be missed
A broken skateboard on the ground
was days-old trash until I found
some greased ball bearings deep within.
Thought I’d take ‘em for a spin.
I grabbed a vice grip and a pliers
and pulled apart the useless tires.
When I got the needed part
was when my project I could start.
My sister drinks a lot of juice-
her bottle caps I put to use.
In three red caps I placed a dime
and filled with clay to save some time.
The fourth red cap- I had to cut
away the top and leave a rut
around the middle without tearing
the place I’d put the greased ball bearing.
But still my project wasn’t done
I went to get my grandma’s gun
(a gun for glue, so don’t you worry).
I pegged the pieces without hurry.
So now the part I really hate
the glue sets slow so I must wait.
My patience pays off in the end.
Participating in the trend
I rush to show it to a friend.
He laughs and asks what did I spend?
“Designed and built with nothing new!”
He pauses, asks, “Can I …
… build one too?”
A few days ago I received a phone call from a friend of mine. He had recently learned that he and his mother will receive their social security cards and residency papers. They will be able to stay in the United States. Wonderful! We are lucky to have them- good, caring people; hard working people. Gentle.
This family was forced from their home country by negative situations beyond their control. They moved to the US only to live in the shadows, experiencing violence both personal and systemic. When you live in the shadows you cannot fully participate and share your gifts. You live in fear – fear that you will be sent back, you might lose your job and a thousand other fears. Those fears, though, are nothing when compared to the lived experience that sent you away from home.
Now there is hope. There is hope of permanence and pertenencia, belonging. Having grown up in the only city he has ever known, he will now be able to participate fully in all of the rights and responsibilities of belonging. Moving out of the shadows. May we hear the same positive news for many other immigrants so that they, too, may move out of the shadows.
This blog was started about 5 years ago as an Advent gift for a 12 year old. The waiting of Advent has come full circle to an emerging from the shadows: Resurrection.
You always belonged. Now it’s official.