Note: Now, having entered a new year of life, my (vers libre-rendered) recommitment to myself and to the world.
These are days, it seems to me, of hardened edges on human flesh (my own, I admit, and, I submit, everyone else) about things that matter; even sharper, our arguments of our existential positions and political opinions.
Each of us has become an army of one waging war against everyone else. In this, we, craving the comfort of like-minded company, search charred rhetorical battlefields for a sign of anyone waving a banner similar to our own.
Because I perceive and believe this to be true, these are days where and when we ought, we need to be softer of soul and gentler in heart. So (to be able and willing) to listen more and talk less. Quicker to learn more about views other than our own. Slower to air our convictions; our declarations oft fired (scorched?) more by passion than fueled by reason and formed and framed even less, far less by love.
Because I perceive and believe this to be true, these are days where and when it ain’t likely this state of things will change much. For, as I perceive and believe, we have lost our sense of our common humanity (for me, a believer in God, created in the Imago Dei) and, thus, our ability to treasure our shared dignity, without which mutual respect is but a memory.
So, I pray: Come, Holy Spirit, refresh us with the breath of the mists of that first dawn’s time where and when we lived in vulnerably naked innocence sublime. Amen.
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