I asked the Master for the secret Ingredient;
He smiled at me and said, “Be obedient.”
I wonder if they’ll still chant his name,
When the Native’s blood has been spilt again?
I wonder if they’ll still shout and cheer,
As the Anger and Wrath draws further near?
Will they dance and jeer upon their feet,
Over the Scarlet stains marking the street?
Will they remain blind to his defiant knavery,
As their children are marched into his slavery?
But the blind, I suppose, will keep following since
He’s adorned as a glittering and potent Prince.
-written for my oldest daughter, but dedicated to all of my kids-
No matter what we do or say,
I’ll be here for you any day.
No matter how our paths may part,
You’ll always be within my Heart.
And though my words are not top-dressed,
They’ll wish for you the very best.
No matter Red or Gold or the midst of Blue,
My Love will always be with you.
And no matter how weak my voice may sound,
We’ll meet with clarity on the Higher Ground.
Pharisees and Sadducees;
They never went away.
They only change their image
About every other day.
Year of the hottest tempers, for sure.
Along with the highest temper-a-tures.
Mere coincidence, the Learned will say;
While others regard the signs of the day.
The missing piece of this mystery’s math
Lies in the two-fold nature of wrath.
There IS a mental height requirement for understanding the similitude(s) within the pages of the Bible. I am my own proof and evidence.
Why, when I say that, does it cause abrasion to others? Does it cause offense if I say there is a mental height requirement for learning calculus? Or learning to put one’s excrement in the potty? Is it not a fact that everything we learn from life has a mental height requirement? Even the actions we claim are instinctual require some stage of development.
Why, then, when I say that some are not yet ready to grasp what is contained within those pages, does it provoke wrath?
“Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whisky bottle in the hand of (another)… There are just some kind of men who – who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.”
-Harper Lee, To Kill A Mockingbird
When I tried reading it during my 20’s, it didn’t go very well. At its surface value, it made me angry; it insulted my intelligence. I did not even make it all the way through Genesis. I quickly dismissed it as “ignorant babble” and put it away.
But Things came together later on. After choosing to stand up from my Fall, I began seeking again.
Now, I want to reach my hand across the gulf to those who are beginning to rise from their slumber. I want to donate fertilizer to the keeper of the Garden. I want to warn the keeper of the Garden about weeds and pests. I want to behold the brand new sprouts as they become Gardens of Roses.
But concerning the Bible, this is as far as I may reach at this time:
The Bible, taken only at its surface value, contains both wheat and chaff because it is filtered through the pens of Man, who is formed from a corrupt Substance; but there is something far, far deeper at work; something supersensual …. that is the Kernel. To find the Kernel, first separate the wheat from the chaff.
(but please understand, dear reader, nothing should be removed; the chaff is there for a reason)
Only a similitude can come close to describing this virtue (or power) that I am trying with corporeal words to explain. It is so very complex… until you realize its plain simplicity.
Without beginning or end,
It unfolds as a rose;
Like the Generating Heart;
With Movement and repose.