nine::thirteen

We will never get anything done,
we that forgive, that love,
that place our lives in the hands of our enemies.
Praise is our action,
and some say what good will words ever do?
But I clash cymbals and hit a snare drums.
What are their words?
And see, control is the first thing to give up.
Let us think a moment, let us think with our wholes:
Are the doers doing anything?
Are the lenders at interest gaining?
Are the judges distributing justice?
What if we all stopped and though together?
What if we bowed our heads together?
And kindness, and humility,
and compassion, and gentleness,
and patience, and forgiveness.
Perhaps nothing would be done,
but really what is done without these?
It seems destruction.
The drums and guitar create beautiful music.
The humming bird buzzes and joins the chorus.
Creativity, giving, regressive and time consuming,
but lovely, loving.
But I know nothing, what could I know?
I'm not sure I really want to do anything.

(Colossians 3:12-17, Psalm 150, Luke 6:27-38)