The Channeling

"We might as well be divine."

Because I get a little wary of words that carry a scent of church,

I had to stop a minute with this sentence.

When I looked divine to verify its definition I found excellent; delightful.

With that, I was released from my hesitation.

"As masked agents arrive with guns, curses and brutal disrespect,

we might as well be divine."

Talk about HARD. 

 I am nowhere near divine or excellent or delightful watching from the comfort

of my home, at a distance, on the screen, hurling my own curses and disrespect. 

It takes every ounce of concentration to feel the rage without releasing it with violence.

Makes me wonder just how deeply my divine is buried .

"As rivers shrink and sinkholes appear and

we face water bankruptcy world wide,

On the other side of the in-our-face madness,

lies this tragic truth and lays me lower than low.

we might as well share what is not ours to own.

 I draw this close to my very heavy heart. 

And be kind to each other. And praise what good we find." 

And vow to focus every fiber of my being to metabolizing the rage,

 and fear and grief into kindness and finding the goodness.

To be reverent in my thoughts and words and actions;

and forgiving and merciful when I'm not.

To be grateful for everything that comes my way

knowing even the most horrific can become a path to goodness.

(While at the same time fervently hoping I can skirt the worst of it.)

I am thankful you are here.  We're in this together.

May we all find our divine.

Namaste