The following poem sums up my life experience over the last two years.
It’s better to be loved
- a lot
Thanks for this poem goes to all who have loved me and to those who have not.
I also spewed out a Good Friday poem for this year as has been my custom lately. Good Friday is my favourite day in the Christian calendar. It is the one day when we can express the failure of the Christian enterprise. In the face of power, greed, and those who wield fear – our hope is lost. Cynicism and despair are appropriate. There is a huge part of my heart that lives in Good Friday.
Would Jesus really appreciate it?
the way we’re so consumed by his death
same old story sold again and again
Is it really the best one we’ve got?
Christmas is so cute and cuddly
but Easter’s pretty ugly this side of the tomb
We grow up too fast
to see just how life and death
are a little too close for comfort
children don’t know it’s not polite to stare
at the blood, sweat, and tears of our fears
So we keep it to ourselves
how little we know
about what’s true
and what’s the same old line
‘bout duty blood and suffering
to win the peace for
the sacred line of soldiers’s children
waiting for the mall to open
We meet the needs of a hungry purpose
Atoning for the sin that never ends
but missing the point
Say goodbye to the passive aggressive ego
dead at last
hopefully not forgotten
Lest i resurrect
the 7 demons
in that one moment; at-one-ment
thanks to Richard Choe for the photos firstname.lastname@example.org