"Then Peeled the Bells..."

I just heard Harry Belafonte singing this - slowly, prayerfully.
It made me cry;
and then, it made me hope.

Kind of like a psalm....a soulful expression that does not minimize human tragedy, violence, pain, sorrow, injustice, but.....it doesn't leave you there. While it stirs hope, incites a redemptive stance, it doesn't white-wash reality. It lets both stand, side by side - broken reality and redemptive hope. We get to choose how to align ourselves....each and every day; with each and every action. Both are true. Like the incarnation - God and man, occupying the same space.


"I heard the bells on Christmas day
their old familiar carols play;
and wild and sweet the words repeat
of peace on earth goodwill to men.

"I thought, as now this day had come,
the belfries of all Christendom
had rung so long the unbroken song
of peace on earth goodwill to men.

"And in despair I bowed my head.
There is no peace on earth, I said.
For hate is strong and mocks the song
of peace on earth goodwill to men.

"Then peeled the bells more loud and deep.
God is not dead, nor doth he sleep.
The wrong shall fail; the right prevail
with peace on earth goodwill to men."


Hopeful Christmas to you all.
May we choose - purposefully; incarnationally.
Ring a redemptive bell.

One Square Inch

Mesmerized; thrashing
sea absorbs each second
ascribed to the day.
No allotment for words;
frozen in her presence.


There!.....
Anne Lamott would be proud.....I almost gave it up, but yes!...my one square inch!