Category: poetry

love embodied

~ Jason Kanz ~ Leave a comment

May I meet the world
with a steel backbone
and a tender heart.

May my tongue speak
with wisdom and truth
but also know when to be still.

May I have hands and feet
eager to work for justice
and the good of all citizens of the world.

May my arms be eager to embrace
those who are different
and those who are hurting.

May my eyes see beauty
in the world and in others
wherever it may be found.

May my ears be open to hear
what is true and good
and may I listen with curiosity.

Help me to remember
that love is my primary purpose
and it is love alone that prevails over all things.

she’s listening

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She’s listening.

When your condemnations
ring out like clanging cymbals
and self-righteous certainty
resounds from your lips and fingertips.

You attack, and pretend it’s love;
you mock who she is
and laugh at your own cleverness.

and still she’s listening.

You claim to love the sword of truth.
You swing it about wildly
proudly
slicing and hacking
with no thought to the damage.

God says, “Beat your swords into ploughshares,”
but your hate-filled words answer back,
“Just one more pound of flesh.”

and still she’s listening.

When one day you set your sword in the grass
and wipe away the blood…her blood
and try to tell her “God loves you.”

She won’t be listening.

flesh and blood

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St. John began
“In the beginning was the Word”
and we have reduced the Word to words
a set of principles to observe
rules to follow
doctrines to believe
criteria by which to categorize and exclude
but that was never the apostle’s intent.

The Word is a person
the divine Logos
Immanuel
God with us
embodied Spirit
flesh and bone.

In communion,
we were never commanded
to eat the Ten Commandments
or drink a liquified Bible
but to participate
in Christ’s holy body
eating his flesh
and drinking his blood
to remind us of our belonging
and our communion
with a real person
in flesh and blood.

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the whole slippery slope fallacy / analogy
makes the added assumption that you

started out at the top / in the superior position
but if that were really the case / if I started

at the summit and slid to the bottom
wouldn’t it have been easier than it was?

it felt more like an arduous exhausting
climb which leads me to believe I might

have started at the bottom / where you can
only see what’s in front of your face

where you can only see what’s obvious
where you can only take things literally

where you can’t see with the eye of a bird
with no concept of where you are in the world

you think you ARE the world

what happens when you realize you didn’t start out
on top of the mountain and slide down into a pit

you started at the base, felt the itch to climb
and see the world for what it really is

and oh my god what a view.

Marla Taviano, Unbelievable

more or less

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Here’s what I would like to see:
more peace, less violence
more love, less hate
more gray, less black & white
more both/and, less either/or
more welcome, less exclusion
more conversation, less vitriol
more questions, fewer assertions
more beauty, less ugliness
more curiosity, less certainty
more wholeness, less fragmentation
more light, less darkness
more diversity, less homogenization
more inner work, fewer outward assumptions
more spaciousness, less bondage
more welcoming tears, less demanding smiles
more questions, fewer answers
more pursuit of wisdom, less trust in propaganda
more “is it possible I’m wrong,” less “I’m sure I am right”
more hugs, fewer fists
more plowshares, fewer swords
more circles, fewer pyramids
more kindness, less sarcasm
more downward mobility, less power-seeking
more “how can I love all people well?”, less how “can I protect my own rights?”
more true loving God, fewer wrong ideas about God.

Pharaoh’s son

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I once had a pastor tell me, 
"I know your problem; 
You lack courage,"
though it was clear he misunderstood.  
I was setting out on a journey  
into an unknown desert,  
leaving behind all of the things 
that fed my false selves 
the influence,  
the accolades,  
the security,  
the easy community,  
the utterly familiar. 
I walked away from the promise 
of being Pharaoh's son 
because I could not do otherwise.  
I ventured into the desert 
of darkness 
of uncertainty 
of loneliness 
of suffering 
of death 
because the only way to find myself 
was to lose myself.

merry-go-round

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sometimes
pondering the world
leaves me breathless
and dizzy

verdant immensity
stretches out before me
and a vast sea of blue
holds its place
above my head

planetary
merry-go-round
spinning faster
than any carnival ride

is it any wonder
that I am filled with
butterflies and laughter
as I hang on
for dear life?

I have questions

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Creator, Redeemer, and Sustainer,

There are so many things I do not understand.
What was it like when you called the cosmos into being?
Did you speak your creative words matter-of-factly,
or did you sing as you hovered over the waters?

What do you feel when you look at the world you created?
When you look at me?
For so long, I imagined that you were angry, or disappointed,
but what if…what if
suffering stirs your compassion
and sinfulness moves you to love?

What if the great commission
was never about getting people into heaven,
but about bringing heaven to people?

What if you never intended your followers
to focus on who’s right and who’s wrong,
or who’s in and who’s out?
What if instead, you have invited us to love,
regardless of someone’s creed or culture?

What if we believed Jesus’ encouragement
to be whole, as you Father are whole?
What if we believed Paul’s words
that you are truly reconciling all things?

What if…