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Did you everRead about the ancient prophetNamed MicaiahMiciah told the kingGo up and conquerBut the king knew the prophet was consigning him to doomBut still he took the doom in strideJailing the prophet for his pains
The cause of statesBreed the causes of stateThe string that knots foreverSqueezes outA child's learningConsigns religion toThe role of compliantPriests and scribesTurns critics into dancing minionsOf the statesOr dancing minions who would rule the state
That first war we call worldDo you remember the name of the ArchdukeOr why he was shotOr what posturing precededThat brief death
Micaiah and Jesus knew a thing or twoDo you think you know it all
States are irredeemableThey can only be brought to heel by a determined peopleOnly in those with ears to hearIs spiritual progress made
Do you dream of peaceOr hear sad marching in your nightmaresHere at the epicenter I type awayLook down where Walt once walkedMethinks he would now shed a tearFor what we might becomeIf we have not alreadyBecome itAnd are already blind
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In China it is 1927

In China it is 1927More oil pleaseIndia becomes an interstateHurry up dammitIt's timeThis leak wasA love letter from GodSaying stopStop plundering myPlanetBut noThe only reason we want this to stopIs so we can drillAll the moreSpiritual progress?Perhaps in 2082

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We are the one all tending to the One

God's spark is in everyone 

This is a burden that would sap the life of most

For we would then acknowledge

That where life is

God is

The spark in all of life

And we would then

Look into the eyes of children

Leeched of life

And contemplate

That something or someone

Has extinguished a spark

Linked to the flame within us

It is no wonder that religion makes it easy

For us

Segmenting our salvation

Into chunks we can ingest

With confidence

All the Good Doctor's

Talk

Of none being an island

Is just the musing of a

Dead

Poet

Nothing more

But no we are all part of the same continent

Even when we are in rebellion

And leading lives of bitterness

And pinched anger

And righteous certainty

That is nothing but

Fear writ large

And faith destroyed

We are all one and tending to the one

We are all grasped by the same hand

We are all cared for by the same bright light

We all have Abba living deep inside

Ineffably giving us the endless leash 

Of our own freedom to say no

Until one day we say no to the lives we lead that 

Exclude Abba

And then we live in

Earnest happiness

At last

Jesus was the truest whistleblower of all

I once was asked to

Offer reasons for the death

Of many

Due to poisoning of well water

I found an Indian Doctor

Who saw those deaths coming apace

He shouted out a warning

But he went unheard

When I said he should now be recognized

My suggestion

Was shredded

Much whistle blowing has to do

With keeping sparks alive

True whistleblowers are

Messengers of Abba

Jesus was the truest

Whistleblower

Of All

There is a hard saying in our Scripture attributed to Jesus

There is a hard saying in our Scripture

Attributed to Jesus

It says let the dead

Bury the dead

On one level

It is simply a put down of

excessive sentimentality

But on another it suggests

God is so real

That part of God is lost

When deaths take place

I say God lives within us all a universal God

I say God lives within us all

A universal God

Beyond religions

Beyond capacities to

Fully grasp

To claim we know it all 

Why else would we know conscience 

As freedom to say no

And to be heard

Refusal is the beginning of freedom

And of proving Abba 

Lives within us all

The universal spark is In the murderer

The universal spark is

In the murderer

And in the murdered

In the father who mutilates

And in the mutilated

In Marine and Taliban

In wingnut

And reasonable soul

When we see beauty

It is the spark

Overcoming

All the evil we devise