I am through with god (small “g”), and
guns and government. Surely
one of these tyrannical fabrications will seize
dominion over all the nations
through some cataclysmic climax of
brutal apotheosis… I mean,
this fear and hatred is a
fantastic prophet of doom!
One would think
is ending soon! I assure you it is not. So,
until nature takes its course to reclaim it’s
wildness and original beauty (as all things
do that are left to be what they are),
I will fade obscure into my old age.
I will cherish my wife.
I will love and guide my children.
I will care for this creation.
I will grow food in my garden, and
I will trade with others in a local economy.
I will write my way to a clear voice speaking
from the center.
Then, when they
who have sacrificed
the core of this earthly existence
for consumeristic causes and
their quaint theology abandons them, and
their nationalistic idolatry betrays them, and
they realize they have
for living in the physical world,
and have grown hungry for real food and
the helping hand of an earnest friend,
I will feed them from this bounty:
I will teach them to listen to
their hearts sing to stars.
I will walk with them
on earthen trails
until their heads are hollow and
they will learn again, like children, to be thankful that
they are joined with others
who, like them,
want none other than
the gift of human faith
in a loving Mystery, known mostly as
unknowable, yet known
to illuminate the universe.