I woke up this morning and noticed quietness in my mind.
Hey! That little irritating Old Judge God was gone. Gone.
There is a Light no eyes can see…
a sound that can’t be heard with ears…
an ancient Loving energy
that vanquishes our tears and fears.
Two stone tablets, given to Moses on the Sinai/Horeb mount
The Decalogue, ten commandments in God’s law was the count
Jesus modeled for our class today,
naked in his open-palmed innocence.
We had never seen such a model before.
He even brought with him his own light.
If you can
tell me where
after I leave here,
I won’t be
For the freedom of the air
that absorbs the smoke of hand-rolled cigs
Millennium, seven years, beast, Armageddon — even the word “rapture”
Terms of so-called truth emanating from a final book granted little stature
May we be comforted, God, by your eternal presence — inward, around, among us
As the ground of all being, your creation knows no boundaries
It was a long and complicated evolution