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Prez Donald Trump wanting a military parade is perhaps one of the clearest signals of his shallow, narcissistic, authoritarian bullying. He may start World War 3 in a vain attempt to assuage his dark insecurities. The Don pushes the surreal precedent set by Baby Bush in his premature declaration of “Mission Accomplished” at the beginning of the Iraq war, which is still an unfolding catastrophe. The Don’s axis of evil may be led by South Korea and Iran, but he is so adept at making enemies that the list may include a lengthy list of allegedly “shithole” nations. Of course, the list might be longer if he knew that Africa is a continent not a country.

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POEM: Rare Prayer

I found myself
In rare prayer
A genus reserved for
Mother’s ilk
Only doing what
Kin be done
In udder neglect
Of that long a go
Cached in
Fore more sensible weighs
Now wholly saved
For foxholes
The mass
Of desperate men
And occasional women
Re-sorting
In rare prayer
As raw flesh exposed
With feudal armor flailing miserably
In stoic winsome
God’s mourning dawns
As initiate
Such supplication
With a hesitant plea
Claiming how sow little requested
And sow far between
Only mildly disappointed with the crop received
In won’s life
With such scanty solicitations
The ground of my being
Like an ungraceful sludge hammer cleaving diamonds
Seaming as a sedimental journey at best
A grime scene at worst
A present cut to ribbons
Stairing into a box
Bound for eternity
And still
As I here, a response
An uncommon sense
A peel for more
In treat awe
Even the one
Who reveres coarse
And bars none
The less
The great
I am
Fooly in chanted
Soully to that call
Which cannot be herd
Accept bye
One’s self

This poem was inspired by a prayerful moment at a protest to stop the BP refinery in Oregon, Ohio, from investing 2.5 billion dollars to retool to process tar sands, the dirtiest source of petroleum yet sought after by oily men. Toward the end of the demonstration, I found myself at the fence reflecting on the unlikelihood that we would be able to stop this fuelish investment in an environmentally destructive infrastructure, a generations-long commitment of resources to a dirty energy future, an asphalt super-highway to perdition.

The “rare” prayer in this poem, not surprisingly has several meanings. While I quite easily, with great frequency, say a prayer of thanks, I rarely ask God for anything very specific.  I can’t help but experience a feeling of hubris in the notion that God is waiting to align the universe according to my requests.  Also, this is a personal spiritual practice and practical way for me to decouple from the many manipulative aspects of religion, as if God exists to serve my will.  I am quite thrilled with God’s creation and how magnificently convenient it serves my will and purposes.  In this sea of grace, any desire to bend the world to my will seems like disgruntlement.   Most any traditional prayer life has been leveled by my integration into my heart of the mystic Meister Eckhart quote, “If there were but one prayer, ‘Thanks,’ would suffice.”  However, there are the occasional moments when I feel particularly vulnerable or mournful.  This is where the “rare” is “As raw flesh exposed.”  The world is definitely a mournful place.  Discord and loss are everyday experiences.  Harmony-seekers must confront ignorance, apathy, and outright intransigence.

In the face of the powers that be at BP, I can fantasize about God sending down a pillar of fire to destroy such intransigent offenders.  Unfortunately, this perverse desire is in much too scary alignment with the very BP offenders I wish to see punished or expunged from our shared reality we call earth.  Such greedy and spiritually lazy offenders wish nothing more than to secure their own little world from its many vulnerabilities and impinging insecurities.  Well, my God is not a mighty fortress!  My God is the giver of life, unmerited as we turn out to be at times.  My God mourns with me as discord and destruction rains.  My God is present in “it all,” yearning and wooing us to live fully, not settling for lesser dreams, half-truths, and lives broken into pieces.  I got the answer to my prayer before I even finished it.  As I was engaging God with talk of how I ask for stuff so infrequently, and how I don’t ask for much, I was gently but firmly and unmistakenly reminded that God does not want me to make merely occasional, hesitant or apologetic pleas for incrementally better lives.  God’s will for our life is for whole lives, lived boldly, even in the face of seeming intractable brokenness.  God incessantly invites us to be people of hope, a living hope which becomes incarnate in the world by boldly living in consonance with that hope.  In case this bold sentiment might be doubted, my quick prayer and swift response was punctuated with the crowd of witnesses present that day boldly singing about how we will not compromise, neither our hopes nor our demands for a world full of harmony.  God works in strange in mysterious ways.  Sometimes not so mysterious — though perhaps somewhat strange to some.

POEM: Relationship Test

I like to be alone
Especially when you and I are together

I wrote this as a love poem.  Surprisingly, really surprisingly, I did not see the second way to read this poem. Herein lies the test.  If you read this poem as especially wanting to spend time alone together, then you pass.  If you read this poem as especially wanting to be separate when you are together, you fail.  If it is YOU who wants to be separate when together, then you have won a big red flag.  However, if you read the poem as your significant other as not wanting to be with you when you are together, this may merely indicate that YOU may have some insecurities about your relationship — not a bad thing to know.  Of course, if you, both of you, want to be together, regardless of any constellation of insecurities, then you can devise your own consolation prize alone, together.

Interestingly, I only became aware of the second way to read this poem after I gave it to my sweetheart — clueless meets insecurity?  Nothing a little alone time won’t solve…

POLITICAL CARTOON: Comedian Jesus – HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

Jesus Wishes Happy Mother’s Day

Jesus Cartoon: Comedian Jesus -  HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

Comedian Jesus, like the rest of us, has a mom.  Of course, Jesus, being perfect, would never forget to wish his mother a happy Mother’s Day.  However, Jesus has an advantage of being a perfect child.  Not everybody has a great relationship with their mother.  Nonetheless, Jesus is a patient and understanding son, indulging his mother’s occasional insecurities or whining.  Still, this is no great accomplishment for the Son of God.  The greater difficulty comes in exactly how to celebrate Father’s Day; having two daddies can present some complications.  We’ll just have to see how comedian Jesus deals with that!

So, until next Sunday, with the next edition of Comedian Jesus, Doctor Jesus, CEO Jesus, General Jesus, Country Club Jesus, etc., let me know what you think.