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Existential LiturgiesOf Mice and Purity Culture
Once, sitting in my parent's kitchen, I watched a mouse drag itself across the floor. It was folded in half; a mouse trap scraped along behind it.
Existential LiturgiesHope
He mistook his dwindling daysFor THE end of daysAnd who could blame him?Death is a frightful mysteryMuch easier to face itIf all you leav...
Existential LiturgiesMagic
Of Sisyphus and Laundry and Interpretative Dance
Existential musings in a post-evangelical light
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Meaning Seeker
Why do you ponder the limbs of a tree?
What do its spreading arms give to you?
Why do you hunt for reflections of the universe in the movements of a deer?
When you cry to the stars, why expect a whisper or an answer?
Oh, seeker, you have tried it all, no?
You have called on the heavens to bestow meaning on your life
You have looked for it in loved ones
Reducing their infinite value to tokens for your spending
You have travelled
Clicked
Talked
Listened
Begged
Screamed
Abused
Stolen
Given
Lost
Won
Sung
And Wept
All this with a fragile hope to receive the meaning for which you desperately long
But the heavens appear silent
Or perhaps they have already spoken
Do the legends not tell of a maker who formed thee in their image?
Could it be
Seeker, you are not
But rather
Maker
It is you who looks upon a tree and names it such
It is you who notices its production of oxygen
How its branches form like the veins in lungs
And you that call it life giver
Meaning Maker
It is you who one day looks on the tree and says
“No longer shall you give life by your limbs and leaves. Rather you will give life by being the shelter for me and my children.
“I will teach you to stretch and straighten your limbs in such a way that they will form the roof of my dwelling, the table from which we eat, and the beds in which we rest".
Meaning Maker
It is you who looks on the deer and names it graceful
And you who changes the graceful creature into sustenance for your body
Meaning is not yours to find, Maker.
It is yours to create.
Meaning Seeker
Why do you ponder the limbs of a tree?
What do its spreading arms give to you?
Why do you hunt for reflections of the universe in the movements of a deer?
When you cry to the stars, why expect a whisper or an answer?
Oh, seeker, you have tried it all, no?
You have called on the heavens to bestow meaning on your life
You have looked for it in loved ones
Reducing their infinite value to tokens for your spending
You have travelled
Clicked
Talked
Listened
Begged
Screamed
Abused
Stolen
Given
Lost
Won
Sung
And Wept
All this with a fragile hope to receive the meaning for which you desperately long
But the heavens appear silent
Or perhaps they have already spoken
Do the legends not tell of a maker who formed thee in their image?
Could it be
Seeker, you are not
But rather
Maker
It is you who looks upon a tree and names it such
It is you who notices its production of oxygen
How its branches form like the veins in lungs
And you that call it life giver
Meaning Maker
It is you who one day looks on the tree and says
“No longer shall you give life by your limbs and leaves. Rather you will give life by being the shelter for me and my children.
“I will teach you to stretch and straighten your limbs in such a way that they will form the roof of my dwelling, the table from which we eat, and the beds in which we rest".
Meaning Maker
It is you who looks on the deer and names it graceful
And you who changes the graceful creature into sustenance for your body
Meaning is not yours to find, Maker.
It is yours to create.
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