A Poem and a Prayer: One day in Jerusalem

A Poem and a Prayer: One day in Jerusalem

We are born close to God’s thoughts, seeing the unity of all behind the reality of now. So much time adults waste on religious doctrine that tries to capture God within comprehensions that he could not make for himself. We are close to God; every move to give ourselves for peace, every attempt to walk in another’s shoes, every act to cooperate to clothe and feed ourselves and others in all that body and soul needs, every word that plans for a future with space for all people strong and weak as well as God’s vast natural creation,  every prayer for unity in the face of the disjointed essence of reality that always surprises us …. All these and much more have a multiplicity of explanations, the least of all these is that every thought or feeling or soul or bending figure strung out over years and over unreadable bundles of cells all touch at one point. None can flinch in mind or body without touching this point, the least and the most utterly existential. You know what this is called, and where our true allegiance and reality lies.