Too much art can ruin a guy
Make a guy think that scales and well-crafted phrases matter
More than the well-being of people, more than wishing well
For those whose lives we touch, for yourself
Then, when someone’s father needs to be put in extended-care,
Or your car breaks, your world collapses
You won’t know how to deal
How to care
Religion puts it all in perspective
Gives your soul strength of life you need to get by
I preached today; I’m alright with the world
The rear axel on my car sounds like it will probably break soon
It could be the differential; maybe only shocks—I’m not a mechanic
Either way I won’t be able to fix it
I emerge out from my protected home life
I’m listening to club music I don’t particularly like
Because it’s the young barkeep’s style and it makes her happy
The whole idea of it all is cute, and
I’ve heard enough Jethro Tull in my day,
Sympathy for the Devil over 50 years
The music morphs
It’s anemic, vapid pop and
I sadly reflect that it may reflect her generation
You hope not, wish that you had Whitman’s gift of optimism
Too much art can ruin a guy
I was in church, today, and I’m alright with the world
TOO MUCH ART
16 Aug 2021 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: art, church, Jethro Tull, music, phrases, poem, poetry, religion, scales, Sympathy for the Devil
SOLSTICE LAMENT
20 Jun 2021 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: blacktop, church, city, pagan, poem, poetry, reverence, shadows, Solstice, Stonehenge, sunlight, Wordsworth
I never noticed shadows so long
That played against the bright sunlight in a strobe effect
At 8:30 PM this longest day of the year
Driving home after the outdoor concert in a parking lot
The tree shadows against the sunlight rapid
Driving me into nearly an altered state of mind
But I had to stay in this world, as I was on the road
And the natural strobe effect could have disastrous
Consequences if I didn’t keep my mind on the road
It was no time to notice the eerie light
Almost another dimension, maybe so to Druidic Salisbury Plain
And the Stonehenge alignments break sunrise through
Enigmatic megaliths and over the heel stone only today
I’d build a monument to such another dimension of light
I wish my city had some way to reverence the Solstice
That I had some way to reverence it
That my church had some way to reverence it
So there would be more than a natural strobe effect
On my consciousness driving among blacktop and trees.
And that’s it. Me noticing strange shadows playing against sunlight
At 8:30 PM, driving on the blacktop road
“Great God I’d rather be a pagan suckled in a creed outworn!”
But I’m not. Driving home, after the parking lot concert,
In bright sunlight at 8:30, noticing eerie, long shadows—
The longest I’ve ever observed before playing against the sunlight.
Too much science, too much technology, too many quotidian days,
Only small print on a wall calendar announcing the first day of summer
BREATHING THE SPIRIT OF ALCHEMY
31 Mar 2020 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: Aristotle, childhood, church, crucible, Paul, poetry, upbringing, virtue
The philosopher for Aristotle is not in conflict
He does what he wants and consistently wants what is virtuous
I am more like Paul, who does not what he wants
And does what he does not want
I do not want the legacy of my childhood
Nor the tyrant my father was, nor the misery that was my home
Church was my refuge
A morning’s refuge once a week,
For me, the salve of love
Communion, human and Divine beloved community
A morning’s refuge once a week
Ferment in the crucible of what my life became
Diffusing as tendrils through my passions
Refining the dross that was my upbringing
Veins of gold shining through adamant,
Heavy adamant from my upbringing I carry
In the pilgrimage that is a life’s progress
Toward being whole, gold, unitary
In what I want and in the manifesting power
That spirit has to make, remake, make new
Make conflict cease, bring release, grant peace
COMMUNION, COMMUNITY, AND AUTONOMY
30 Sep 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: church, communion, community, God, nightclub, serenity, solipsism
We touch, talk, give and take to different degrees
Sacred, social, solitary, self-interested
Communion, camaraderie, cut-off, conceited
Bars, sports clubs, cocktails with co-workers
Church, sacred space, congregation, Communion with God
Caring, caritas, charity, spiritual love
All-giving, other-oriented, mutuality
Couples, partners, children, family
The afternoon card-party with a couple serene and sober
Nighttime in the club, the regulars, high and drunk
Broken dialogue, semblance of camaraderie
Familiarity, unhallowed ground, stabbings at connection
A handshake, a wave, watching out for one another
We meet, touch, talk, connect, care
Contingent on our commitment to community
Contingent on the levels of self: hallowed, hollow, sincere, serene, solipsistic
Ascending and descending the soul’s ladder within the social spectrum
A CIRCUIT OF CONNECTIONS
08 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: alcohol, church, community, drugs, isolation, love, poetry, Providence, strangers, unaware
Love
Connection
Support, community
Parents, brothers and sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents
Home
When it all works
And then
Vocation, relocation, isolation
Alone, unknown in a strange town
The whole wide world
Strangers, business associates
Stabs at connection
Church, gyms, bars, gangs, the streets
Alcohol and drugs and one-night stands
Unaware
Screams at connection
And then
Incredibly good fortune,
or Providence
“O Lord thou pluckest me out”
Intimacy, soulmate, conjunction
Love
Mutual
Family again
Support
Connection
Home
After so much
A friend to the whole wide world
LIVING MY OWN LIFE
01 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: alone, church, drunkenness, existentialism, free verse, poetry, sacred community, sobriety, style, vogue
Existential isolation was
En vogue
When I was in school
(Probably still is)
To which I added drunken dissipation
Upon graduation I found sobriety
And was terribly alone
Outside the “we” program
Despising my loneliness
In an otherwise paradisaical climate
I no longer feel alone
Which begins with Carol and us
There is the small church
Sacred community
In a world that has no place for religion
Out of vogue
Trends
But I have Carol
I have the church
I have sacred community
Which means more than any trend
I live my own life
I pay the consequences, reap the rewards
And think very little about some social construct of vogue
IDENTITIES
11 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: affections, blues club, church, community, dancing, degrees, poetry, regulars, right and wrong
We had been noticing them,
Carol and I
The regulars, but who seemed a little off
Dancing—
As if they were balancing on the edge of a cliff
Or swimming, teetering
Dancing in the same places on the floor
Night after night
We guessed about them,
But didn’t talk to them
And then I did.
Adoption, foster homes, homeless
High a lot
Flat affect, rarely smiling
Loving
Caring
Biblically literate
An artist
Single parent
Intelligence, intellect
Some talk of Swedenborg
I work so hard to attain
Degrees, my condo, car, career, my musical projects
Volunteer commitments
Affections for useful activities
Affections
Sobriety
Effort to learn right and wrong
True and false
And do
And yet . . .
The blues bar
Regulars
Night after night
A hang out
A home
Community
Church
Is Jesus’ Message Dead?
16 Feb 2019 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: church, forgiveness, healing, heart, inclusion, Jesus, revenge, spiritual, wealth
I can’t believe that Jesus’ message is dead. I think that, rather, what Christian churches have done with it may be dead. Churches and church services are not necessarily what Jesus’ message is all about. I say this as a Christian minister.
I’ve recently been reading carefully the Gospel of Matthew, focusing on Jesus’ words. Jesus is about looking at the heart. Jesus is about spiritual values, not materialism. Jesus is about forgiveness. Jesus is about opening up to foreigners and outsiders. Jesus is about helping those less fortunate. Jesus is about healing. Jesus is about love. Jesus is about connection with God. I can cite chapter and verse for these assertions.
Is our society opposed to these messages? I don’t think so. I think that society basically would agree with these ideas.
What kind of world would oppose ideas like this? It would be, one by one, a society that doesn’t look at the heart, that only looks at outward acts, that wants only more and greater status symbols and material goods, that lives for revenge, that hates foreigners, that only cares about one’s friends and family and no one else, that cares nothing for the poor, weak, and orphaned, that hurts instead of healing, that hates, that disbelieves and cares only about self. Is this the world we live in? Maybe. But I hope not.
It is true that the world sends us messages, largely through TV commercials that run counter to Jesus’ message. Expensive car commercials show people who are superior to others, or are superior by some standards. That is a dual message: 1) buy an expensive car; and 2) be better than everyone else. There are many movies whose plots turn around revenge. It’s not “good guys versus bad guys.” Rather it’s more and more, “You killed a loved one so I’m going to get you.” So there are messages in the world that run counter to Jesus’ message.
But driving around town, I see a lot of Hondas and Fords on the road, so it’s not true that the world is populated by ubermenschen driving expensive cars. I think most of society is people living with a beloved partner, or a circle of friends, going to work and coming home and trying to do the right thing. Then there’s the issue of God.
A lot of people, I think, don’t have much room for God. It’s not that they disbelieve, it’s that they have no time for God, no need for God. You can’t separate God from Jesus’ message. Maybe that’s why it may look like Jesus’ message is dead. It’s certainly true that self-sufficiency is a strong drug. Making it on your own; self-made man or woman. Top of the heap. Number one.
Then there’s the issue of church. I think about young people clubbing to those insipid songs with pounding rhythm, overpowering bass tones, monotonous melodies. Then I think about the 17th and 19th century hymns that we typically sing on Sunday. And the notion of sitting still for an hour listening to me pray, read from the Bible, and preach. It’s not surprising that some people would have other things to do. And none of that is a necessary part of the Jesus message. It is true that Jesus taught in synagogues and read the Scriptures in them. And I think that Biblical literacy is important. But that doesn’t mean the traditional church services that have evolved over millennia. Nor does Christianity mean the vocal, politically-motivated proselytizing, self-righteous right-wing form that seems to get all the attention and would define all Christianity by their own style. Indeed, all religion.
I think that society has been shaped by Judeo-Christian values. We think that soup kitchens, Habitat-for Humanity, health care, minimum wage, friendliness, doing a good turn daily are good things. While there are counter-messages to the Jesus message, I think that a lot of people would be attracted to what Jesus says, if they read His words freshly and without the lens of tradition and church. While some churches exclude unbelievers, Jesus included everyone He contacted. He even dined with a Pharisee on at least one occasion. While churches are dwindling, I still think that Jesus’ message lives.
Personal Transformation at the 2018 Parliament of the World’s Religions
09 Nov 2018 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: change, church, Parliament, religions, spirituality, Swedenborgian, traditions
Over the dates November 1-7, I had the privilege of attending the 2018 Parliament of the World’s Religions in Toronto, Canada—“The Promise of Inclusion, the Power of Love: Pursuing Global Understanding, Reconciliation, and Change.” I will be posting a series of blogs about my experiences there, which were extraordinary. I am not the same Swedenborgian I was before the Parliament. I understand my own tradition differently, understand religion differently, understand more fully all the richness that God’s world is. I learned in general that encountering other religions is much more than intellectually inquiring about beliefs. I learned much about many traditions and perspectives. But it would be a mistake to think that one now understands a tradition that others have spent their lives growing into. The Parliament of the World’s Religions is a taste, not a meal.
The seminars were divided into 10 categories: 1) Justice, 2) Women’s Dignity, 3) Global Ethic, 4) Next Generation, 5) Countering Hate and Violence, 6) Sacred Space, 7) Indigenous Peoples’ Program, 8) Climate Action, 9) Interfaith Understanding, 10) Science and Religion. As is always the case at these kinds of gatherings, you can’t do everything. There are several seminars going on at the same time. It took me about an hour and a half to figure out how to read the program guide and to decide on the seminars I would attend.
Sometimes what happens in the hallways between seminars, at conferences like the Parliament, is as valuable as what happens in the seminars themselves. Previous to the formal opening, I had delightful conversations with a few people in the convention centre lobby while we were all looking over the 380-page program guide. One couple from Washington State told me that they were from the Unity tradition, among other interfaith groups. I asked them how their church was doing. “If by ‘church’ you mean what is tied to a building, that might be questionable; but if you mean ‘church’ as a movement, I’d say it’s doing wonderfully well.” Already, I’d learned something. From my own tradition, I thought about what the New Church really is. We were joined by another couple who were interfaith ministers. They said that their outlook on religion is “not ‘instead-of,’ but rather, ‘in addition to.’” By that I understood varieties of religion to supplement each other, rather than compete with each other for who’s right is righter than who’s. I was off to a good start.
Attending the Parliament of the World’s Religions was spiritually transforming for me. Such a compressed, intense exposure to leaders of other faith traditions must have a powerful impact on a seeker with an open mind. Nevertheless, reflecting on my experiences, I realize that however intense my exposure was, my grounding is in my own tradition. My own understanding has been given a good jolt in a positive direction. Areas of my own faith that weren’t working for me, have been adjusted by techniques from other religions that do work. I am enjoying seeing the world differently than I saw it before the Parliament. I am enjoying the world more than I had before the Parliament. I am enjoying my fellows here on earth better than I did before the Parliament. It will take some time before I fully integrate my experiences at the Parliament into my spiritual life.
I didn’t expect to be so moved by the Parliament. I did expect to learn and celebrate, but not to be transformed. I will share meaningful experiences from those remarkable seven days in the upcoming posts. It is my story, but others may find meaning in it, and may find inspiration to further investigate truths from the traditions I experienced by their own methods of spiritual questing.
A Metaphor and a Reality
21 May 2017 Leave a comment
in Blog Tags: church, ecology, Ganges, Jordan River, Temple
The Jordan River and the Ganges
Stink
No one cares what it means
To the people who drink their waters
To the planet
To church and temple
The Jordan River and the Ganges
Stink