Care is Like Water
My work with care has spanned half a century. Care is essential to life on the planet. If we can begin to appreciate and be inspired by how care works in support of life, then perhaps we will listen to the wisdom of those who care for us and learn how to care for Our Mother, Earth.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Jesus didn't die to save us.
Raffaello Sanzio - The Agony in the Garden
Last night I
had a dream when Jesus came to me
Why was it
meant to be? In the garden his agony.
before I died, I was in agony
I cried out
father, Oh God, Father;
take this chalice away from me,
Why was it
meant to be this agony?
garden, in the garden I was in agony.
dark cloud off of me, Father I can’t bear it;
shroud away from me, Father I can’t wear it,
Not my will
but thine, I said, and by the morning I was dead.
death of a son of god have been a suicide by cop?
came I didn’t hide,
It was by their hand this Jesus died.
They say I’m
Jesus the Nazarene,
Of the Jews, I am the king.
friends were sleeping,
garden I was weeping.
decade in the rosary, my agony,
meant to be. This agony.
You make a
hero out of me,
me, adore me,
You pray to
me to save you by his amazing grace.
All the time
forgetting that the price glory
Is to bear
the pain of all the human race.
I’m not the
only son of god, perhaps the first but not the last.
They say the
good die young, they must, to let this chalice pass.
are broken now, many lives touched by
anger, then the bargain, then acceptance comes
deserve to die
these brilliant stars in our night sky.
concert is over, the sermon is done,
may lie empty, absent the sun.
He was a
kind, a gentle soul,
and he loved
all children so.
come to me, he said,
I will give them wine and bread.
He cured the
blind; he healed the lame;
and he took
on our human shame
Did he have
a motive? He was in agony
Did he have
a plan? Sure, They’ll hang him on a tree.
He gave them
opportunity, to kill him when only thirty-three.
They say, I’m
Jesus the Nazarene, Of the Jews,
I am the king.
It’s part of their make up, these brilliant night stars,
their lives like beacons,
that flame out in the dark.
When the concert is over, the sermon is done,
the heart may lie empty, absent the sun.
What if their friends had stayed awake,
What if they saw what is at
They didn’t know they were part of his plan,
their guilt and shame, came when they ran.
Jesus lived to love and show us; They didn’t kill him just to save us;
The concert was over, the sermon was done, the heart it lay empty,
absent the sun.
We’ll never know what might have been, had a friend been there for