I’ve been thinking about this quote for a while, which got me contemplating Sacred Activism….and then I began writing. I do my best figuring out while writing…..
I’m told that planning is underway for another round of protests outside of hospitals.
And I said, when I found out —
that I can’t imagine the moral depravity,
the completely empty space where their hearts must surely be beating.
A friend calls them “COVIDIOTS who live in an alternate reality.”
He says that 87% of the population believe in the vaccines and masks and measures that keep each other safe…
And that society is broken, broken, broken
And I am struck again and again and again
That in this alternate reality where those other 23% live,
That it’s a reality clearly without love.
If they felt love
If their hearts were whole,
then surely they wouldn’t,
And then I remember about the Universe,
And her calling me to Love,
to love even the Taliban
And, somehow, somehow,
The Taliban are easier to Love
because they’re in a far-away land.
Not just down the street from me,
gathering under the windows
of people who are suffering
of people who are dying
Mother of God
Please tell me why my heart hardens so quickly
Why I’m so quick to judge,
to leap to anger and rage and despair.
And I know the answer,
even as I type the question,
because all of the Mary’s live inside of me.
Live through me
I live in the forgetfulness of my humanity
And I’m quick to swim in the ocean of fear
fed by my own rivers of hopelessness,
My mind running the never-ending film of apocalyptic
and even so,
I know the only way out of this mess
we have created,
is to Love.
When I want to hate,
When I want to rail against the lies, the injustice, the depravation
When I see grown adults behaving
like bullies in a schoolyard,
chasing, mocking and
coughing in the faces
of those who are masked
When I want to curl up and weep
Run outside and rage
God and Her Mother
find a way to remind me,
Always, always, always
To bring me back to Love,
Back to a practice of Loving Kindness,
One deep breath at a time,
One small step at a time,
One small action at a time.
I remind myself that I can
Condemn the Action
Love the Being.
(And if you don’t believe in
If even seeing that word causes you to cringe
As it once did me,
Tied up so tightly in a book I hadn’t read
Painted in patriarchy
Then leave it behind,
and take just the message.)
When I feel the stirrings of unrest in my heart
I ask myself,
What is the most loving action I can take?
How can I love more?
And I write this all
as a reminder to ME,
Fear exists only,
where Love isn’t present