Alas. Growth. Concrete. Glue. Sticking us together. Shooting usout of a canon aimed at distant moons. Distant times. Minds focused on sharing.The goal of collaborating. One mind. One body. The Borg has assimilated us now. A square cube of brain matter flying through space. Face me. Take me with you. I haven’t the slightest idea why or how, but this whole thing might work.
I wake from boyhood dreams to realize that I have a group now. I might find a place to belong after all. Thirty one and only now just begun. Not too late for it. Community can heal us, and kill us. I want to be healed. Lay your hands on me. Help me to stand up and raise my arms. And say Hallelujah. See the glory that is all around us. Within us. Shout it from the mountain tops. We are alive.
Amen.
1 comment:
Quite and anthem! I am glad... I too am getting a jolt. This space somehow empowers me to not only think community, but to live it and defend it. I railed into the church in a discussion with my sister today. They have made her feel down. I cannot tolerate hate in a religious package. My offensive was to affirm her to offset the hate.
I also have been actively looking and listening more clearly. I saw a migrant worker come into a restaurant today alongside a middle-aged white man. They had both been painting. I thought about what their experiences might be. What did the migrant worker think of the country, the job, and the house he was painting?
I attribute my heightened sense of awareness to this site. To you and the others building and affirming me. Thx.
GM
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