by Beth Weaver-Kreider
We require that you speak into your
misalignment with our doctrine.
Also, do you float when ducked, or drown?
Do you truck with Satan?
Or run naked in the moonlight?
Do you own a speckled hen?
Please tell us which of the following are true:
You commune with fairies.
You read people’s fortunes in the cards.
You talk to trees.
You have a one-eyed cat named Old Scratch.
Tell us about that wart on your chin.
Do you have a roving eye?
Do you claim to sweep the cobwebs
from the sky upon your broom?
Do you own a cauldron?
Your neighbor says you threatened him,
you killed his cow and fouled his well.
He says you are a danger to his children.
How combustible are you?
how long will it take, we wonder,
for your life to go up in flames?
Will you renounce the path of inner knowledge?
Denounce your friends,
your unmentionable activities?
Will you use our chosen names for God?
Sign this confession,
this creed, this code,
this doctrine of belief.
Explain your heresies
and offer us an actionable plan
This is an ambush.
The story is rigged.
We’ve seen you in our visions
when we kneel to pray,
flying free and far from here,
no longer troubling our status quo.
Again, we ask:
When we duck you,
will you float or drown?
What I Want to Tell the Bullies
by Beth Weaver-Kreider
You’ve made your god too small,
clothed him in your own cast-off suits,
put him in a little box
and now you claim to worship
the poor little thing.
But the one whose name you wear
had a thing or two to say
about your kind of sanctimony:
Brood of vipers.
the hypocritical teeth of your Sunday smiles
hiding the mouldering flesh of your lies,
and the dust and dry bones of a faith
that should be lush and living,
but which you killed so you
could set yourself up as god-kings.
What you worship
is simply a reflection
of your own self-righteousness
You’ve taken the word of Love
and turned it into a purity prison,
a death cult, an excuse
for your own violence and greed.
Jesus never burned a witch,
refused aid to the ailing,
or excommunicated someone
for loving who they loved.
The Holy One will not be caged.
The god-bird you thought
you’d caught flies free,
inviting all who Love to follow.
You did not cage or break me.
I followed the Bird.
- Cool weather
- Tomorrow begins in-service for my new job!
- All my beloveds
- Hidden patterns
- The Holy realm of the senses
May we walk in Beauty!
“What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend, it ceases to exist.” —Salman Rushdie
“I used to say, ‘There is a God-shaped hole in me.’ For a long time I stressed the absence, the hole. Now I find it is the shape which has become more important.” —Salman Rushdie
“Run my dear,
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.”
“The Word is living, being, spirit, all verdant greening, all creativity. This Word manifests itself in every creature.” —Hildegard of Bingen
“Dare to declare who you are. It is not far from the shores of silence to the boundaries of speech. The path is not long, but the way is deep. You must not only walk there, you must be prepared to leap.” —St. Hildegard of Bingen
“The power of a bold idea uttered publicly in defiance of dominant opinion cannot be easily measured. Those special people who speak out in such a way as to shake up not only the self-assurance of their enemies, but the complacency of their friends, are precious catalysts for change.” —Howard Zinn
“Dominance. Control. These things the unjust seek most of all. And so it is the duty of the just to defy dominance and to challenge control.” —Robert Fanney
“No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.” —Alice Walker
“I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ask. And that in wondering bout the big things and asking bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, the more I love.” —Alice Walker
“I am an expression of the divine, just like a peach is, just like a fish is. I have a right to be this way…I can’t apologize for that, nor can I change it, nor do I want to… We will never have to be other than who we are in order to be successful…We realize that we are as ourselves unlimited and our experiences valid. It is for the rest of the world to recognize this, if they choose.” —Alice Walker
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Powerful poetry my friend!
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