Holding to our ‘perspective’
It seems so right and proper
Standing firm on one thing or another
Must be done, a need – must bother.
For where there is a black and white
Really, it’s no issue…God won’t smite
For we must stand on our own ground
With all the ‘facts’ for our great fight…!
It’s won you see, when we can firm to say
I will not budge, my view will be
upheld, in this here court.
There is another way,
that sounds at times, quite lame…
A liquid approach…suspending judgement
Waiting while the sediment settles,
Allowing slow and drippolating…
An aroma, a sniff of perfumed air
Another thought, not yet caught
Wafting by, almost heard – not yet taught
On a topic, conversation to be had.
This, a strange and awkward place,
Where tangents, angles and sharp edges meet
But for clashes up against, need not really be.
If softening of the straight lines and more curvature we see…
A melding of the harshness, a blending of the thoughts,
We discover in this middle zone, a common ground of sorts,
May not, to full agreement stand,
Nor even reach for hand in hand
Of matters of such difference and inclinations t’ward,
But here we find the Greatest Mind
And then, in silence…
Humility and deference – kind
His Loves shines Brighter now
And none is better, lesser, greater
For both and all, in awe and wonder,
Stand wholly surrendered…to ponder,
No differences of thought or dream
Will ever mend the blood spent Cross
Nor sew up Holy cloth rent seam
For He alone is all in all
And now we bow our knee and fall
Faces bent, bodies low, Dear God forgive us…
That we be found – to have no gall.