Other Dreams
I have other hobbies, other dreams, besides writing poetry: encouraging my fellow cancer survivors, holding my grandson, working to celebrate our differences, taking a trip somewhere wonderful -- the usual things.
I dream of a world where god is in deed too great for one religion and I write often on that theme. I wish to establish a great summer camp with a mosque, a temple, many temples and churches, traditional and otherwise, where our children go to spend a week or two. I wish for them to learn the wonder they and others hold in their hearts and hands, celebrate the two great commandments, take what they need and leave the rest.
Too Great
God is too great to be confined to one religion.
One faith, one calling, one vision can not contain the miracles.
The sun and all its spheres, the stars across the growing galaxies
Touch only pale as clouded moon to noon day sun upon the myriad mysteries.
One faith, one calling, one vision can not contain the miracles.
We catalogue: family, genus, species to unseen atom’s orbiting particles,
Touch only pale as clouded moon to noon day sun upon the myriad mysteries
As we strive to name, identify, allay our fears and fantasies.
We catalogue: family, genus, species to unseen atom’s orbiting particles,
Attempting to explain creation, birth to end of universe, gods and science meld, collide, divide,
As we strive to name, identify, allay our fears and fantasies,
Create a universe sans mysteries
Attempting to explain creation, birthto end of universe, gods and science meld, collide, divide,
Demonstrate its chaos, sheer impossibility to
Create a universe sans mysteries.
God is too great to be confined to one religion
Rooting in the Garden
Keep me from naming god for anyone
denying root the right
to weed or flower
naming one more beautiful
favoring dawn or dusk
withholding water from the thirsting
being afraid to dig
for fear of self discovery
The Always Wasteland
And a great cry went out
echoed across the wasteland
containing many Holy places
emptied
by the hollowed hearts of men who
had forgotten
God
Abba
Allah
priest and preacher
teach
or tell us what is wrong
with wish to hear our children voice in harmony
their kinship as the one great song
And the sound of the voice was
rain falling on barren ground for
men had forgotten that
God
was too great one for one religion
And the voice called out again
a moaning almost silent shriek
wailing in the wilderness
All grafted to the vine of Abraham
all share in Adam’s fall
same author same creation
why
in place of love
sow hate
increase our earthly separation
And the soft shrill voice
lost
in the clamor of war
the dying of children
the mourning of mothers
the calls of the fathers
for vengeance
cried
and cried out no more
Why
do I wish to tell god
who she is
You
for that matter
to tell me
By the way
she told me not to listen to anything you say
Jeff McCallum
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Reader Comments (1)
This is a wonderful peice of work for the political/religious participants to study
We need more of this thinking