|Camels drink in the Gobi Desert, Taylor Weidman|
Calling all enemies! Calling all here
and now so we can love you to pieces.
At first, tentatively, tender to fear
that we will give you wings instead of ground.
Calling our fears! Calling you here so we
can love you, hold you and win you over—
“Hold your friends close and enemies closer.”
We have neglected you. Come and let’s drink
the milk of human kindness. Let’s find it
together, this lost art of dis-arming.
Let's take it on our tongues and drink it in—
resolve to leave deserts of violence.
Calling all violence! Calling all here
into the circle of community.
We center love, experience courage,
take a small step and then, yes, recognize
love grows. The Divine Gift, it flows. Waterand milk and air and blood. The spirit knows.
Inspired by Richard Rohr's
Part of my series Oh, Ye of Little Faith*
My blog poems are rough drafts.