Justice and Mercy

Justice speaks the truth
Mercy hears the truth

Justice is blind
with his ears covered
Mercy is shocked
with her mouth covered

Justice gives nothing
and takes it all.
Mercy has nothing to give
and gives it all.

Mercy listens with respect
and convenes with a fiat
Justice will not hear of it
and adjourns with a quid pro quo

Mercy has the last word,
“Here I am”
Justice has final word
“Guilty” or “Not Guilty”

Justice is truly heard
Mercy truly listens

Empathy

Justice speaks the truth

Justice is blind
with ears covered
Mercy is shocked
with mouth covered

Justice gives nothing
and takes it all.
Mercy takes nothing
and gives it all.

Mercy listens with respect
and convenes with a fiat
Justice will not hear of it
and adjourns with a quid pro quo

Mercy opens a dialogue,
“Here I am”
Justice closes the book
“Guilty” or “Not Guilty”

Mercy truly listens

Poverty

My greed is the world’s desecration
poverty is my consecration.

Poorness is a grace and a blessing,
and it makes me uncomfortable
but living it beyond professing
is courageous and admirable

The perfection of my poverty
is to ignore the earthly needing
or wanting to own some property
and to expect while not demanding

“As you know even though he was rich,
out of love for you he became poor,
in order for you to become rich
he made the sacrifice to be poor”

So, perfection of my poor being
is having need without attachment
using without being exploiting
and expecting without entrapment

Renounce what’s not strictly required,
accept without acknowledge wanting,
give affection without hugs suffered,
grant without affirmation needing

So, to have and to hold this blessing
I cherish and practice common life,
make time to share in ardent praying,
and share space with those who live in strife

“Give help to our needy and our poor
ask for the grace to rest assure”

Freedom

I have truth on good authority;
but, it’s relative and incomplete
and it cannot be tethered or bought.

Truth’s way is lit by obedience.
To obey creates peace and accord
and basks me in gentle Love’s soft Light.

I’m careful to nurture this virtue.
Obedience begets harmony;
disobedience ends in discord.

Obediencesubmission is freedom’s fulcrum,
the hinge of fierce and free submission,
life swings from it and pivots on it.

The dictates of my conscience obey
a sacred will without remorse.
Freedom is righteous obedience.

Willfulness has no authority.
Obedience sanctifies self-will
by upholding a sacred resolve.

“Obedience re-directs self-will…
It gives strength to the soul…
It spiritualizes one’s actions.”

Bite the Bullet

“ ‘Love not the world, nor the
things which are in the world.’
Would it not be too bad if because
of some little bit of untamed
human nature, you were making
that grace void: because of some
imperious spirit of selfishness.”

He’s dead, the poor dead One; and yet,
we pay no attention to what happened.
The state of the art and up-to-date
haven’t much use for the wounded one.
They just pretend he does not apply.

The more I don’t mind the imposed wounds,
that much more I wound my companions;
the more I am mindful of the hurt,
that much less I hurt you, my friend.
There’s healing in a heartfelt embrace,

In the past, I’ve been distracted by
other ways of living – of dreaming.
I’ve changed though; and now, abide by the
law of helpful conscientiousness,
to be a force of truth and goodness.

Contrary to worldly wisdom’s way
the first is not the last impression.
So, no need to lie, bluff, cheat or ruse;
sincerity and commitment rule.
Failure can be graced and bring success.

So, while remaining mindful of the
law of unintended consequence,
I bite the bullet with my whole heart;
and, I rest assured in blessed mercy —
I am safe and sound and protected.
“I am what I am; the Love in me
has not been void of its consequence.”

Obedience

Do trees obey the laws of nature?
Do angels submit against their will?

Obedience
Trees embracing the wind
branches harboring with joy

Submission
Angels do the best they can
both advocating and challenging

“Let it be”
Do no harm
Do the loving thing

“Union of wills”
Harmony of hearts
Symphony of souls

Submit
We cannot go it alone
We will not go along

Obey
Do my part
Accept your gift

For God’s Sake

Obedience is the harmony of wills,
taking the will of another
doing the will of another

Obedience is not blind
Submission is not imposed

A delicate balance this compliance:
going along and going alone,
some of me and some of them,

What’s in it for me? Oneness
Timing is everything,
the union of not one-not two

Obedience is not either-or
Submission is not one way

Unprepared we hesitate,
if we hesitate we lose;
to be caught one must catch

“ ‘Nothing is impossible with God
and the power overshadows you’;
and, she said ‘Let it be’ ”

Obedience is holding on
Submission is letting go