silent music
sounding solitude
in awareness of you is surely all knowledge;
all we could ever need to know.
you blow away all the nonsense.
silent music
sounding solitude
in awareness of you is surely all knowledge;
all we could ever need to know.
you blow away all the nonsense.
like Melchisidek of old.
the gift of language:
priesthood.
of all creation only we
humans
are called as mediators.
this is not the role of a few clerics
but all who heed.
clerical priesthood then as sacrament.
sacrament is sign.
(for us; not you.)
from nothing:
creation.
dust to dust
less than dust!
we bind the creation back to your holy no-thing-ness from which we all spring
and to whom we are bound.
but not by chains
but love.
the psalmist says
when you hide your face I am put to confusion.
no, it is when you show your face that confuses me so.
I have misunderstood.
Of what use is it to weigh down Christ’s table with golden cups, when he himself is dying of hunger? Do not, therefore, adorn the church and ignore your afflicted brother, for he is the most precious temple of all.
St. John Chrysostom
so when I sing "Christe eleison" is it not actually the people and children of Gaza, the refugees, the homeless, the unwanted that I address? Isn´t this the scandal and also the urgent meaning of what Jesus calls so apparently elusively "kingdom"?