In the beginning we are One
One man one woman came next
And over time the multitudes.
So we divided, or were divided
BaBel, Ba'al, Babylon ...
But in the early days after
We set rules
Based on the revolutionary idea
That if “God don't make junk”
Then every human life has value
If only the rest of us do not crush
The life gift within our neighbor
Or poison it with envy, lust, or hate.
All humans are created equal, yes,
But more to the point
All humans [even twins] are unique
And when they discover their ears
That hear the Voice
Saying Go this way or that
Trust this one not them
Love each and all
But let only the purest hearts
Become your soul mates.
When however we let bullies
Or con artists
Overpower or beguile
Or when sirens blinded but "special"
Persuade us to follow their lemming path
And we fall off the cliff
We may realize they knew
The secrets about our true selves
We hid or did not even know
And used them to manipulate our hearts
And as we awaken in our haze
We find our gifts perverted
Misused, abused and broken
Our very purpose put on hold
And, we may think, made useless
They tell us that as well
Make our lives a living hell
We may take as “normal”
Our gifts are locked
Our little puzzle pieces for peace and life
As they turn one up, another down
Chaos rules not serves us.
And we implode.
Not all, nor really any, is fully lost
We just need revival
Which means a community
Where each one sees each other
As adding value to their lives.
Freedom of association is not
To be but rarely used
But is the way we keep up
Knowing when to speak
To the things that matter
We solved problems together
On the frontier
But today
We want others
To solve our problems for us
So that we can be self-righteous
Not realizing we are alone
And enslaved like Edmond.
So humanity began without law
Or even the need for law
We could talk and act
In harmony
But oh so quickly
We fell into factions
Followed leaders
Despite Dylan’s warning
Became the rah rah squad
For tyrants, traitors, and trillionaires
Who only pretend to care.
For the law is death
To community
To honesty
To humanity
Much better is grace
Which the bitter call privilege
And the loveless luck
But which simply means
Seeing our own frailties
And following the example
That set us free from faction (us v. them).
Once the law is used
To advance a faction
That action only leads
To more and more
Power grabbing
Kinda like they never stopped
Killing pigeons and buffalo
Until for many it was too late.
The taste of blood
Whets the appetite
For more of the red sticky stuff.
And brothers fight
Even to the death
And in some the hate
Consumes their entire families.
But how to corral a lawless “Law”?
Who will stand the abuse
Run the gauntlet endure the shame?
Aslan arose even stronger
And so shall we who stand
And remind the world
Of our unique valuable amazing
Humanity
That shines forth
When we water our neighbors' hearts
And let our neighbors water ours.
