horseradish

While I am eating horseradish, it occurs to me
there are at this very moment people
who are trying to avert an international scandal
that might affect one’s standing on the world’s stage,
not to mention their investments in the stock market.
While I am eating horseradish.

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Your Monday Blessing: Your Next Breath

Dear one I am keeping
your next breath
very close to me
I carry it around
like a sacred amulet
like a child’s toy
like the sky itself in my heart
with it I walk on the earth
dignified and slow
like a waiter
like an angel in the pageant
like a wheelchair
aware and responsible
of the weight I have come to know
your breath is the only real treasure
in me
as all possession
it cuts both ways
tight as I hold it
sometimes it pains me
I fear I ruined it
rendered it unusable
to you
so I am calling out to my friend
the redwood tree
and asking it to save
this breath that has made me
your keeper

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Your Monday blessing comes from a place dear to my heart.

I’ve come to know the Warrington YMCA, as well as their affiliated night shelter, a little over the last two years. Twice a month or so, a few of us get together at the Unitarian chapel for a cup of tea and a prayer. And both the YMCA and the night shelter are just walk from the chapel. It’s been a privilege to get to know these residents of Warrington, who may be homeless, in transitional housing, lonely, in recovery, in need of some help, or just hanging out. I’ve met some wonderful people.

Thanks, in large part, to decades of leadership from Susan Blyth, the YMCA in Warrington has helped create a sense of community, and a place of belonging and hope, amongst Warrington’s most isolated citizens. But with funding utterly slashed in recent years, everything they’ve done over the last 30 years is now under threat. This Saturday the 29th, I hope to join over 75 other supporters in sleeping out overnight in support of those who sleep out every night. Would you sponsor me? As little as £5/$5 would be greatly appreciated. I’d love to get 20 sponsors over the course of this week. You can donate online at Save Warrington YMCA, or just message me. Thanks!

Here’s the blessing, written with love for the YMCA and the night shelter:

I know a place
Winmarleigh Street
Right by the gates
An open door

The welcome’s warm
And so’s the brew
Milk and sugar
And kindness too

A smiling face
A friend I know
Or even one
I’ve yet to meet

I don’t have much
In this hard life
I have a place
Where I can go

You can come too
If you fall out
Or lose the plot
Or get kicked out

We’ve all been there
Once, twice, or more
We’ll be waiting
Right by the door

It’s near the heart
Of Warrington
It is the heart
Of Warrington

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Tao Te Ching #1

The word that can be spoken is not the eternal word.
The picture that can be drawn is not the true picture.

The indescribable created all.
The describable is the mother of every thing.

Therefore, only beyond the thinking mind, can
we see the beautiful mystery.
With the thinking mind, we see the appearance.

Both see the same world,
but see it differently.
To see both as one, is to see the deepest.
It is to see the deepness within deepness,
the gateway to the beautiful mystery.

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Good Friday prayer

On this good, good
Friday my heart goes out to my companions at Calvary,
by which I mean
those who are witnesses to the death of life and end of love,
those who are broken open like crumbs upon the water,
those who are sick and crying out,
those to whom no music is playing anymore,
anyone lost, anyone lonely,
all thieves and trespassers,
the generous loves dead at the hands of men
and the men and women with imperfect hands,
the poor whose dreams are low to the ground enough
to be reached by the jackboots,
the forsaken under a stormy sky.

My heart goes out to my companions at Calvary.
I wish I could tell you,
“three short days, and then voila,”
but the truth is, who knows.
I’m here with you, that’s all.
The night is coming and may bring no rest.
Tomorrow may be the day hope finally
gives up the ghost,
and we can stop fussing around with it.
Sunday, if you like,
I’ll come with you to the tomb.

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The Ocean Forgets

The world remembers; the ocean forgets.
All the tablets of sale and gentlemen’s bets,
The criminal records and parking fines –
Earth’s tear knows not what’s yours, nor cares what’s mine.
It just roars on. Keep shouting, dear friend!
Mad lover of my lifetime’s heart, whose end
Is the beginning of all creation.
Who counsels wild abandon and patience.
Roll on, great river of the moon, roll on!
Past the bulwarked hopes and sailors’ songs
Which a race lifts, each upon the other,
High upon the sands, and all for mother.
Roar on: tell me all is lost, and all supplied,
And I will post no bills, and wait the tide.

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Flight Mode

The only things real are grief and joy.
As seagulls try out wheelies in the sky
between blacktops, my children earn their wings
on toys that were a history lesson
when I was young. I leave my cell on mute,
the better to see you with. And you’re here,
your Big Wheel racing past my orison,
my hand outstretched, delirious to be
catcher or caught, to tumble into all
the blessing at this winking moment’s heart.
You are not gone. The streets are still calling,
a day or two before the dawn of time.
I breathe you in amidst the reeling mews,
and carry nothing, but your life in mine.

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