We have 40 days.
We should be able to do something with that.
Old Noah bobbed
up and down in hell for that long.
Carcass like driftwood sounding Morse code outside—
—All has been killed here.
When the sun shone again, even the giraffe had to
step high not to knock over the
piles of family trees now cut down
to debris.
Who gets off in a world like that?
58,000 names on a sloping wall.
20 children to 1 gunman.
Still,
the old man walks down the plank.
When we’ve had
enough,
start something new.
We have 40 days.
Let us go into the wilderness where
God wants to take us.
Learn to trust in what we cannot
earn. God will be our shepherd who
feeds us, and
our daily bread, God’s daily word.
Throw down the weapons that defend
and define. Be known as those
who have come through the waters carrying in our
hands a towel and basin, and
upon our backs, a cross.
In the wilderness, there is only one
Beloved Community to which
all belong.
Let us be a people who
walk together.
We will
starve ourselves of hatred. And
feast on love. Sacrifice
power for humility.
Look out over the world and call it
our temple of service.
Let us go into the wilderness.
PleaseGrace 