Friday, March 25, 2011

May Some Drops Fall




“Lord I hear of showers of blessings, Thou art scattering full and free; Showers the thirsty souls refreshing, Let some drops now fall on me.  Even me, Lord, even me.”

~Even Me, Traditional Gospel Song

Sweet Jesus,

            You are my quiet friend.  You have been the covalent entity of my life, my love.  And in this you maintain my belief that there is no failure in You and therefore I am a fearfully made creature in spite of what the world’s dark glass might show.  But lying prostrate and fully surrendered before your throne is to some a position of base intelligence.  But the folly of well-bred men and women is of no consequence.  They all sleep with green-flecked coins over their eyes.  To be in communion with You is esteem of the highest order.  My course in life is elevated beyond the meager trinkets of fame or fortune.
            But I must confess dear Lord my soul is heavy and contrite because I have armored myself with faith but my mail has chinks of cynicism.  I am a bit undone.  My spirit is sinking in the arid mire of a world where equilibration is a throwaway commodity.  In this world Lord, there is no sanctuary for the misbegotten.  The criminal trespass of spirit is amuck.  There is no blind justice for the rape of joy.  I live as a vagabond wondering almost listlessly amongst this wasteland of dry bones.  My Precious Savior I fight daily against the petrifaction of my heart.  My tears of supplication keep me.
My tears, my tears, O Lord are a prayer of hope for a land of plenty where there are golden parachutes of opportunity for all.  May there be no more “let them eat cake” public education.  May there be no more disappearing acts of healthcare.  May the huddled masses have rest upon the bosom of our shores.  May we live in a world where white-collar rogues are equal unto armed robbers because they have both done their fair share of maiming the lives of their brothers and sisters.  May an honest day’s work translate, in fact, into an honest day’s wage.  May the mantra “by any means necessary” be outmoded as a personal operating system and replaced with “love as a means renders love in the end.”  May women and men alike hasten to the divinity in each other and cease all power struggles.  May there be no more exclusionist religion.  May we leave this pillar of salt behind and sojourn together into God’s presence.
            My tears, my tears, O Lord seek to implore you as liquid meditations of my heart’s longing to feel the cool of a rainy day.  May there no longer be a constitution interpreted through a fun house mirror vision, ushering in the abhorrence of the distortion of truth and liberty.  May nutritious food no longer be a luxury item.  May this ole world be imbued with a keen respect for nature and in so doing have a reverence for the All in All.  May this world relinquish the desire to anesthetize itself against the knowledge that collateral damage is double speak for widows, orphans, famine, and crimson painted bodies with missing appendages.  May it be clearly understood that we are one in the majesty that is You, dear Lord and therefore to be a warmonger against any aspect of humanity is to be violently at variance with oneself.  In all matters of this world Sweet Jesus may Your Holy Spirit reign supreme.
O Mighty God, incline unto me.  May my tears be the forerunner to the precipitation of change.  May the least of us have because even we, Lord, even we are worthy.

 Amen and Amen.