God knows what men can’t see.
So don’t worry about the outward. Focus upon inward things.
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Don’t deny the thing inside
That tells you what is right. You may not always do what’s right, None of us are perfect. And you may not always know what’s right, There is no shame in ignorance. But beware of saying that right is wrong And wrong is right When you know better. For you might just convince yourself. And once convinced, your state is truly terrible Since you will fight for the wrong that’s right And fight against the right that’s wrong. And the spirit of all that deceives then takes control And drives toward the abyss. And surely, surely, It will be a long time Before the fog lifts, Yes, truly, only ruin can help you when The truth that burns within has been denied. There is something about the form in silhouette that we like to see.
We don’t always want to see each of the particulars. But the simple thing, the form, Cast upon the backdrop Of evening colors Is beautiful. Why is that? Perhaps it is because peace lies In swallowing the whole To spite the ugly parts. And perhaps that’s how we were persuaded To choose earth life before we came here. We saw the whole of our future lives Silhouetted upon the backdrop Of God’s perfect evening colors And we said, sure. I’ll take it. It’s beautiful. I can watch the life of leaves.
And so far, I have seen 49 crops, 49 crops, And they come and go Without me doing anything. It makes me think that life Might be more on track Than I realize. Oh Great Man in the sky,
Holy Father, much maligned, Look down with mercy upon us, your wayward children, And shed grace upon our weakness, For we cannot see you much of the time, And so often we forget the way. Oh, Jesus, Son of the Divine, Have mercy upon us in our wayward climb, And find us here in the depths of our worldly blindness. And guide our steps day by day, And forgive us when we think That we can figure it out. Holy Spirit, whisper of the Divine, Please give to us this day The manna that doesn’t keep. Give us answers for the very moment And keep us from thinking that we can figure it out. For you are Holy, Perfect Spirit, Son, and Father much maligned. And you know the way. When we stray, you know the way. If we will but turn to you in blindness And offer up our lofty thoughts as a sacrifice For they make us think we know the way When in the end, they lead astray. And only day by day You show the way. Day by day you show the way. If I had a great balloon, I’d travel
This way and that, and up and down, And throughout the world, from nation to nation, And from people to people. I’d float it into the hole on the top of the earth And visit the ones who live inside. And I’d take it past the stratosphere Into the open expanse of space, Not because I had some appointment to keep, But because I wanted to wander off And follow the need To amble. And I wouldn’t tell the Martians I was coming. I’d just show up and pretend that I was one of them. I’d wander the streets of the alien towns And sit in roadside cafes And watch the people, The alien people, And soak up the thing they are. And then I’d find the downcast Martians there And put my arm around them. I’d make them feel that I was one of them And pretend that I was theirs and they were mine. Yes, if I had a great balloon, I’d travel far. I’d make the universe my passion. And I’m not so sure that that is wholesome. Perhaps there are reasons for the bounds That tie fast to this little earth. I don’t know. But one thing for sure, My heart flies upon a great balloon, It wraps itself around the downtrodden Of people, alien people, not like myself, But like myself nonetheless. And I think that that’s ok. |
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