I am a serious skeptic …
I suppose an ignostic …
Maybe a heathen*.
But when I am lonely
In a strange predicament,
My Church …
My Catholic Church …
Is there as my community/my home/
My rock,
Wherever in the universe
I may be.
For all its artificiality,
It’s humanness,
It’s failures in humaneness …
Mom/St. Louise ingrained this universal place in me.
St. Louise gave me a nice secure harbor
From melancholy,
From any sort of serious agony
Or constant hurt, …
From stormy seas.
PEACE be with you!
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*Perhaps a blasphemous one? …
It does depend on the context. …
(Ali’s “I am the greatest!!!”
Is all right by me.)
But it gets up my dander
When those with hubris exclaim:
“We are blessed!”
“We worked hard
And deserve all that we have!”
“We are the best!”
0r …
“I am the greatest President in the history of the United States!”
It all sounds too much
Like Trump to me.
Oblivious to our moral corruption …
Our serious exploitation
Via neo-liberal capitalism,
Shell games, funny money, and flim-flam artists
Of have-nots and other species.
Ignorant and complacent
In the destruction of sustainable social fabrics,
Of the natural resource base,
Of dynamic homeostatic symbiosis.
Oblivious to the destruction
Of Earth to Eaarth.
And PLEEAASE
Don’t bother God, Allah, Jesus …
Yahweh, Krsna, Baha, Jehovah, …
With this.
Get a good dose
Of humility.
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pbm
[ 7 Ss / VV->^^ ]
