WHAT IF REALITY IS THE SAME AS GOD?

What if Reality is the same as God –
And we could trust that what we see is reality.

If so, then, to the extent we denigrate reality
By shading truth, ignoring beauty,
Or just being mean –
Wouldn’t that be a slap to God’s face?

If God also is the same as “the Good”?
Then not caring about what’s good
Would be equivalent to dismantling God –
In other words, the failure to reinforce loving kindness in our society
Would permit government officials to hurl migrant children into metallic cages
And, coldly or not, walk away.

God has been knocking at our door –
To the secret entranceway to our innermost self – i.e., to our “soul” –
God wants, most of all, to sit calmly in our heart’s chair –
And be enthroned, emblazoned with light, in our minds.

Yes, God has been calling for a new people –
And wants such people to be “real” –
As “real” as God is –
Not just a bunch of egos, actors, and manipulators.

God primarily wants “makers” – people who’ll make the world “work”
For everybody
Acknowledging that sufficient wealth is available for us all
To be satisfied –
Joyful –
And beautiful as well.

God says it’s time to re-arrange the ancient ideas still extant in the present
So that love takes first priority in human institutions –
And that all of us can feel free to ask what God wants –
Not just what God might, reluctantly, be willing to put up with –
Or what a religion, bearing Jesus’ name, might eventually come to accept –
And, certainly, not some kind of eternal unmediated capitalism.

Don’t be scared,
Don’t get angry –
You can trust God.

So let’s be naïve together – all at the same time –
And venture out into the night – under the distant flickering stars –
And say “yes!” to everything God loves,
Has loved, and wants us to continue loving in the future.

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THE GODS ARE GONE

The gods have gone – really gone –
Since America’s most outspoken religious citizens
Recently have mindlessly been losing their souls.

When the loudest voices, formerly closely allied with God,
Have turned, instead, to madly cheering for a clown –
When Jesus has, against his will, been turned into a “magic name”
To bash political and cultural opponents with –
We’re not only “close to the end” – we’re there
At the end!

When America has steadily been turning toward crueler types of entertainment
Played out in half-hearted performances –
And when crimes are automatically glossed over and forgotten
Then, the monster clown appears
Who’s capable of despising us all –
As well as being supremely talented at mocking “the good.”

Each finger of this king clown
Is a sycophant
Whose babble makes no sense –
While, out in the audience, they’re furiously nodding their heads –
Keeping time to all this staged incoherence.

That’s why we’re driving off a cliff
A trillion miles per hour –
Because there’s no stopping the present horror from turning into a terrible death scene –
Heads piling through the windshield.

The “signs of our times” are all the cruel non-human automatic weapons
Entering schools and killing our children with despair –
Bang bang,  Bang bang –
Take that, Jesus.

ONE LAST WALK

One last walk
One last kiss.

Memories flutter,
And then lose clarity before fading.

Bright colors disappear
Sounds go mute,
And then, the final train arrives.

Yes, memories come and go
Like dreams –
But it’s all a big fade now –
Night sneaking up on us.

Most people have exited
And the band’s stopped playing –
Apparently, the party’s over.

Yet, after a brief time, surprisingly,
Everything starts repeating itself –
Entire city neighborhoods disappear –
And then reappear with new people, new buildings.

Tell me –
What does this new world want?
Where is it going?
And what, if anything, does it care about
Now?