Take My Hand
If Thou take not our hands,
and feet,
our bodies
hosting ghostly minds,
our organic inside lives
flowing out emphatic love
We will continue to fail,
to fear,
to feel tired,
retired,
weary,
untreaded,
worn.
When I try to sing this earnest prayer
with only my heady voice
from the neck up,
following all correctly crowned notes,
judiciously following lines of predicted pitch
and regulated rhythm,
this feels secularized,
dissociated,
dissonant,
disembodied
divisive
desperately diminishing
Just another LeftBrain verbally dominant presentation,
pretty practice
preparing for passive,
impassive listeners
unmoved
unwounded
untouched.
But, if I feel free to sing
in urgent gospel voice,
full body moving
rhythmic passionate choice,
Then, together we embrace with hands,
with feet,
hips
knees bowed
shaking
supporting
quaking
remembering past sacred invocations,
a plea for noted grace
sufficient safe sacred space
for this next breath,
next minute,
hour,
dark night.
"I have lost my precious sons"
to disease
to death
to suicide
to hate
to anger
to fear
to greed
to sadness
badness
madness,
to lack of full-bodied gospel
gladness.
"I have lost my diva faith"
in healing
in compassion
in power of hope
love
passion
curiosity,
light of regeneration
music
nonviolence
healthy communication
peace
communion.
"I am drowning in fear"
and anger
trauma
panic
that my life loses sacred meaning
and secular purpose,
divine agency
without this mindful,
fully embodied
cherished 0-soul relationship
between mindfulness
and full-bodied wellbeing.
A transparent
vulnerable
passionate togathering
of primal love,
eye to eye,
ear to ear,
cheek to cheek
engagement
from universal crown
to unitarian root chakras
Whole neurosystemic singing voices
for healing hands,
dancing choices
for strong-heeled feet.
Precious Lord
on sacred knee
I cannot stand
again straining within restricted lines,
merely correct notes
with sufficiently static pitch,
frozen below my neck,
devoid of love lost
darkly silenced invocations,
urgent compassions
Inviting Precious Lord
to take my hands,
my feet,
my mindful crown
and sacred bodied roots
singing down into deep nurturing
raw dancing need
to cherish Earth's sacred Integrity
Life and Death
Health and Pathology
Gain and Loss
Summer and Winter
Regeneration and Degeneration
Light and Dark
MindPower without BodyLoss
Wearied rest
Worn peace
Weak strength
Not negative positive
Either and or
Crowned Christian Lord
and
Rooted Indigenous Womb.
Copyright ©
Gerald Dillenbeck
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