120724
02:20 why
At
times you are the only one to answer the call for help
and
you refuse to not answer though you're aren't enfranchised to do what
needs doing yet you step forward not caring the negative consequences
And
I've been blest to be in the company of giants who seeming are merely
ordinary folk with the viscera of life and the universe beneath their
fingernails and who are divine in themselves
And
were he Dick Cheney or my half-brother dying I would give them my
love though they never befriended themselves I would be their best
and last friend cradling their head in my arms though in life they
tortured despised scourged and mutilated the last King of Israel not
me but like Him
I
am not He but like him since we belong to one another we're family
but then we all are family and ignore indifferently our common
Parentage and still I weep having the voice to shake the stars in
sotto voice fall mute when required to recite he, Saul who became
Paul's Corinthians 1 Chapter 13 running the good race until the end a
lover of Jesus though I remain a dust mote by compare of either . . .
120724
06:11
At
the ellipsis above my mind went dark a hood placed over my head and I
slept sleeping like death from which I arise my perspectives altered
not slightly but completely . . . before my death like rest . . . I
was concerned for what has become of my beloved Temple of Truth:
Journalism Which my beloved friend Bob Izzo though we seldom speak
even when a mile or so apart so long ago in Wickford, Rhode Island;
He called what we do become “Infotainment.” He like I and so many
of we who lived by witnessing our time became by varying degrees &
kinds & ways advocates for the Self who in witnessing fell
clubbed senseless the meaningless passing of so many lives slain or
mutilated or simply disappeared.
We
are a priesthood of sorts anointed not in sacred oils retroactively
but by blood sweat and tears the stench of life in decay upon within
imbibed coated with we the recording witnesses employed by legions
and by legions now disappeared.
Daniel
Pearl comes to mind and I weep humiliated that I was not allowed to
take his place instead of him my family gone none to notice or mourn
my absence
As
for myself alone I touch and taste the various portents omens ashes
runes and ruins by me seen explicit the prostitution of the sacred
temple of you minds by those whose truth is merely the bottom line;
profit not prophecy.
And
of those legions I know several who more pustule like are pimples I'd
prick since as Gandhi said “The is no God higher than truth.” At
the time of his assassination blest his murderer with “God bless
you” then died.
As
sophist become journalist I could refract it either way the light in
your head sacred to me yet knowing this; I am unworthy the choice
knowing you and I and we must choose our behavior and posture in life
and death. And by that choice upon entering death go either left or
right Joseph Mengele's favorite sport: showers then crematoria or
slavery then crematoria. Where is he now I sense but do not want what
he received to wander for eternity not in flames or ice but the
stench of skeletons starved and burned ashes suffocating him just
near death reborn and doing it over again.
Forgive
my trespass beloved/The Beloved. I still wonder why “The Kingdom of
God is within you” never made the cut those who edited the Bible we
read the great event highlighted the disclosure by Gutenberg.
As
for me when I cross the line between life and death knowing I've been
in Heaven and yet will await the Judge of me no Solomon but merely a
white boy once black my MoJo JuJu from back home where it all began
this species The Family called Mankind. When I see your eyes no lies
are possible and yet knowing who keeps the book of names and their
deeds. . . .”Let him who is without sin among you be the first to
throw a stone. . . “ John 8:7
Let
The Judge decide.
What
you see is what you get.
As
for me being human & God nearly so, nothing human surprises
either
An
eye for an eye merely blinds all
while
forgiveness makes love possible the least among us
&
forgiveness is the highest form of love
&
to be known by God now or then last meeting is grace terrifying for
the measure of justice given is the justice received; lest we devolve
into chaos and carnage.
.
. . there is more to discover for & of yourself
Amen
©
2012 by Jack Spratt All Rights Reserved
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