More Poetry...


“it is a puzzlement”
We seek easy answers...quick solutions…
always in a cultural, collective hurry
to find “the way”, whether to
    lose weight or
    guard the borders or
    defeat terrorism or
    prevent teen pregnancy or
    cure breast cancer or
    raise children or 
   be the Church…

When will we realize, do you suppose,
that, each of us- each and every one
of us- is part of the solution?
Not the whole- for no one person’s
wisdom is that complete- but part…
each of us bringing our own small but
necessary piece to contribute to the
complex puzzle that is life together.


right & wrong
Why do we so fear being wrong?
Why do we so need to be right?
Is it because we operate from
the shaky premise that acknowledging
another’s rightness means accepting
our own wrongness- seeing life in
terms of right & wrong instead of
                   possibilities and
                   probabilities?

Why indeed do we want to paint
the world in black and white at all
when before us lies an incredible
palette of brilliant colors, with hues
of infinite variety and endless
                   possibility?

Fellow traveler on this winding road,
have you nor seen? have you not heard?
All nature cries out to be seen and appreciated…
all humanity cries out to be understood…
all creation echoes the holy truth that
    each belongs to all and there is no
    clear stopping place between us,
    no line of demarcation, nor
    line drawn in the sands of time...
for if God is All in All,
    then that includes us- you and me and they-
    the elephants and wildebeests,
    the otters and racoons,
    the towering redwoods and creeping ivy,
    the flowing rivers and booming seas…
                            and there is nowhere that God is not…
                                                      and who is right
                                                      and who is wrong
                                                      pales in the wonder
                                                      of that reality.

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