A lot

The following poem sums up my life experience over the last two years.

It’s better to be loved

than not

   - 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

Self perpetuating

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

undone

in that one moment; at-one-ment

thanks to Richard Choe for the photos www.wondergaze@blogspot.com