I have to almost weep with pain when I see words being used as blocks to create an edifice of faith or belief. Words were not meant to be block-like or cemented into place. Yes, you can use them to build an understanding but not to prevent argument or make your position unassailable. But perhaps I’m wrong. I saw a little bird this morning on just such a wall. It had yellow flashes on its wings and was dancing with a lightsome grace and beauty. The wall immediately disappeared – demolished, as if by the inherent humor of the tiny creature. I suppose the wall served a purpose. It was ugly in any event. Perhaps there were angels behind the wall. Who would know, if a wall is only built to strengthen your position?
I’m a great believer in angels – and their humor. I believe they take a delight in our motions and maneuverings, just as I delight in the pure sound of a cuckoo in the woods or woodpeckers in a sunlit glade. I need these things. I presume angels need our purest forms of expression. Yes, we have to struggle and fight for truth and support positions which need to be strengthened. The spiritual beings have been there too. Angels have had their human phase – or so I think. They can afford to smile wryly but, to be sure, they know what it takes to reach the goal.
I would be lost – in this world of walls – without beauty, grace and humor. ‘My yoke is easy and my burden is light,’ is a line given to me by a friend. The best line of the week. It’s there in the gospel but you need someone to sing it or pass it over to you at the right moment. Is this not better than a thousand justifications or edifices built with cement and mortar?
Woodpeckers and Angels
I’ll be God’s spy again to see and hear
how his purposes unfold on this earth:
dampness in the air has forced me indoors;
the man across the way is bellowing;
I’m longing for a cuckoo or a tree
loud with woodpeckers in a sunlit glade.
I think, I think, there are angels here too
spying on me. ‘How all too human!’ they think
with a smile, then nod – they’ve been there too.
At least if I was an angel – yes, me -
that’s what I’d do, and I’d choose those humans
for cuckoo and woodpecker and more.
A bird with yellow flashes on its wings
demolished a concrete wall. I saw it.
The bird was tiny and the wall was great.
What methods did it use? Just beauty, grace,
and, yes, perhaps some hidden humor too.
The wall was gone and I for one was pleased -
the world became a place of yellow wings
and answered prayers: a lightsome grace. Angels,
I perceived, were there behind the grey wall.
But this is me, I hate an edifice
built of blocks where petals want to flutter,
where birds and angels congregate in song.
Best wishes, today,
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