The Only Prayer in the Church

In the same moment I want to be unique & individual, I want to join the conversation of friends in like-mindedness, with easy laughter & hopeful voices. Most especially now, while the world is separating into Maypole ribbons people dance into discord & tangle, I wish a hand-hold connection. Whether it’s to pull myself out of the bay or bring someone else onto solid ground, just having agreement would be a rich experience.

I don’t understand the divisiveness &, frankly, I don’t choose to participate in it. Sure, I like a good over-the-back-fence gossip session but often enough I feel discouraged after it, creeped out by my own participation. I have little to prove; why join in? Could it be because it’s delcious in its sneaky way & condemning others to mistakes I’d never make (!) is an easement into superiority?

It’s also so much simpler to stand in line to be negative than at the head of the line leading into peace. That placement complicates my life. It’s bumpy here; the line is so short. I’m called on for a lot more. This is the only place to be.

And talk about boring! Thinking up new put-downs becomes a contest right quick & I want to win! I want to make them laugh! I want the attention for myself & my cleverness.

I’ve been wallpapered over a lot in my life just cuz I stood still.

Yet the world changes & I must keep up with that, becoming that tiny flame in the self-sealing darkness.

Soon I take a trip out of town to change up the energetics & kinetics. I invite Changing Woman to a dance & we step out together as the band begins to play.