Psalm 22 - when
August 13, 2019
Psalm 17: Prayer Resung for the sake of Friendship [Tzedek/Justice]
August 2, 2019
Psalm 23 in the wake of tragedy
April 30, 2019
April 10, 2019
Three Keys to Humility: Remember, Give, and Sing Out in the Now.
February 24, 2019
The Thirteenth Moon is Full, Are You?
February 21, 2019
Psalm 19 ReSung for Tu Bishvat
January 22, 2019
Dust in the Wind, Psalm 18
December 28, 2018
Share the Light, an Origin Story for the Solstice
December 23, 2018
November 15, 2018
What is Elijah's chair?
July 16, 2015
July 12, 2016
What is black and white and makes you run the other way?
Just came within five paces of a skunk, a white skunk.
At first I thought it was a cat,
white, like Delilah, the feline
next door. But the nose, its shape not its smell,
left no doubt.
I backed off, then shuffled away,
sucked down an alternate route back
to my room in sandled feet.
With footfalls crunching on the walkway,
echoes of shock from recent shootings
surfaced, and with them, shame.
The fear of getting skunked
averted my eyes from this rare beauty.
A white skunk -- luxurious summer coat,
movements frugal and deliberate
owning its own space and no more,
content to move in the shadows, in the night,
yet not startled or deterred by this intruder's sight.
A white skunk yet to assume the defensive
stance, or spray, or stink, or denial of its black underbelly.
Black and white, in unexpected places and proportions,
white coming out to explore the dark colors of night.
Me, white man, with a badge-of-sorts in my pocket,
a business card, black, white and red, reading,
"Law Enforcement Chaplain."
(Glad my fear didn't tempt me to unholster it.)
Skunk fearless of my scent or stride,
Why take the long route?
Why not face the profiling, proliferating, polarizing;
the beauty beaming from this life,
the stench of dried blood on Phil's car seat,
on Brent’s cop beat.
Why sidestep cold bodies in summer heat
for fleeting relief, smirking at Trump tweet?
Is that who we want to be?
Could have walked away from this page too. The late hour
the long to-do list, the expansive silence of virtual
words sent out into cyberspace.
There are plenty of outs.
And... I did not walk away
from this once blank white page, or keys of black
dots and dashes, letters, words, and spaces,
unique markings and lasting meanings,
waiting to be discovered
Tried to let black letters speak for themselves.
And you -- if you’re still here,
stayed the course despite the risk of stink.
Perhaps a step in the right direction.
So pull up a chair. Tell us:
What's black and white and makes you run the other way, or stay?
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!
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