November 26, 2008

  • half way house

     

    I AM thankful  someway   they find this place   possibly by chance   perhaps it's fate   just mere coincidence or are beckoned by the angels  outside my window

    i'm half way

    between

    heaven & hell

    ghost & real

    rejection

    & redemption

    the mountain

    & main street

    i feel it

    in a heartbeat

    i can see it

    in a posture

    with eyes shut

    i can count

    their

    many losses

    quilts & burdens

    not over sins

    specifically

    but for

    no longer

    fitting in

    suffering

    abandonment issues

    over separation

    from the

    forgiving Father

    because of

    words said

    or  backward

    ACTS

    that were

    perpetuated

    by authorities

    or

    "church hierarchy"

    in jesus'

     precious name

    it really really

    blisters me

    to see

    highly gifted

    family oriented

    young  men

    that blessed

    the dead

    in secret ceremony

    created to lay

    hands

    upon the sick

    instead

    made to lay

    their tender souls

    upon

    makeshift beds

    while parents

    wearing aprons

    for protection

    turned

    their heads

    what an offering

    or

     the songbird

    once blessed

    by the

    high prophet

    with a word

    from

    holy ghost

    was publicly

    commended

    for having

     the gift

    of great faith

    & soon afterward

    cast out

    the young girl

     was shown

    not understanding

    but

    the leper's gate

    for a rule

    infraction

    it nearly

     broke her spirit

    tho poor

    in the material

    she loves

     life

    & simply

    honors God

    less the

    pomp & circumstance

    another

    who may be

    a total loss

    (i pray not)

    has a scar

    so deep

    even

    i get exhausted

    attempting to

    balm it

    she was beaten

    repeatedly

    in the name

    of Christ's love

    by nuns

    welding  big

    wooden crosses

    &  lashed

    with

    acidic tongues

    so she

    herself

    would not talk

    the repression

    of nightmares

    & confusion

    over

    christian ways

    are now

    a roaring

    venomous

    aggressive anger

    her wounded psyche

     refuses

    to be silent

    it causes

    great trouble

    that permeates

    every arena

    of her life

    yet

    out of respect

    she continued

    to dress

    the altar

    with candles

    & flowers

    till the day

    her mother

    passed over

     what

    i humbly diagnosis

    as  a case

    of religious

    stockholm syndrome

    the liberties

    some take

    the abuses

    some give

    in God's

    holy name

    the aggrandizement

    & egocentric acts

    from church

    "higher ups"

    are the source

    of my

    deepest pain

    i take it

    personally

    for

    I AM witness

    half way

    between

    the mountain

    & main

    in a microcosm

    i dust them off

    & recall

    to the guests

     their heritage

    with what

    i am given

    & by example

    remind them

    to again

     love unafraid

    for that's exactly

    why we came        

     

    notation:

     this behavior

    must end      

    for

    no where

    is it

    written in red     amen

     

    gmdO

     

     

     

Comments (5)

  • I love the line 'the abuses some give in God's holy name'.  How the teachings have been twisted, how the misunderstanding becomes entrenched.  Until the break away and the inner listening.  Have a good day. -g

  • this was an awesome poem...  you do so much with what you have it's amazing.

  • Beck....   to love, apply the balm and to let go of the judgement and the anger-to love-

    an individual only sees as they can, those entrenched are not going to see anew because they are entrenched.  The 'churches' are entrenched, it is now about the individual finding the Holy truths themself because it will not be found in temple, mosque or church.  And so today look after yourself and those at the half way house, let the Greatness look after the others.... don't worry about the scathing words there is a limitedness in those cloistered place- though not all.  i have a dear friend who is also very very much an isolatedon a mountain top= a nun who keeps each day very to herself and shines with her connection to the Mother.  she lives distanced from the computer and rarely uses the telephone.  her day doesn't even allow the time for letters...  she is very much not like those written about here.   it remains wholly about inner listening rather than recitation at prayers.  now go play.

  • Norma and I are trying to recapture the simply joy and peace we had when we first met Jesus and was not involved in the local church to learn doctrine, preferred behavior, and how awful sinners are.

    I am back to the simple phrase, 'God is love.'  I don't want to go to the next verse until I feel and experience that.

    RYC thanks for your visit and kind words.

    hugs

    frank

  • RYC I wanted to come here and thank you for your comment on my site about your own experience in dealing with elderly relatives. You and your family went through a great deal. We have only been doing this one year, and the affect on me and Norma has been profound. You helped me get some perspective on this.  I have heard many stories on how couples dealt with these issues. 

    Thanks again for sharing.

    Hope you have a nice T.G.

    Blessings and Hugs

    frank

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