They said, “Some days it feels like we have more bad points than good points,
And how do we know how many
Points are enough points?”
We must un-love this god
Loving this god is making us sick.
Once there was a people who worshiped a god who loved
Them more than other people,
more than other people
who were different.
They liked worshiping this god, because
It made them feel better about themselves, and good about dominating others and taking their stuff.
But some of these people grew strangely lonely. They started to sense they were missing something important, the truth about the humanity of the other and of themselves.
And so they had to un-love this god.
Because this god was making them sick.
Once there were all kinds of people who made up all kinds
Of gods that made them sick.
There still are.
But there always has been and always will be the great mystery of
A pointless God who who loves us all; the divine who blesses our un-loving of all that is not true, all that is not love; the God of mercy, compassion and delight who gifts us with a life that brings wellness to us and all.
Un-love paints a picture in my mind of a forgotten child sitting alone waiting for a kind word of encouragement. Love bursts forth for that child as birds, bugs, flowers, trees, four-legged animals, amphibians and reptiles join the scene.
You un-love like others un-dress-
arriving back home from this week’s gala,
clashes of crashes in the sequined waves
falling from your shoulders, hairpins
dropping like a summer storm, high heels
soaring in arches, your heels grounding flat,
your audible return to the beginning
of choosing what to wear next.
Un-love
feels like love with
conditions
a love that says
you are not worthy
of the love given
a love that teaches
love is an outside
force that saves
Un-love
separates us from love
the core essence of our
being that connects
us with the Divine and
all Beings
that says you are me
and I am you
Un-love
says you need love
to become whole
to fix your brokenness
Love
says you are love
you are whole
you are not broken
Un-love calls you
outside of yourself
Love calls you
to return to Self
Un-love
is defined, constrained with
unchanging parameters
Love
is always expanding
always including
There once was a people
Who worshiped a god
Who kept score about
How well they were doing or not doing.
They loved this god because
They liked keeping score, getting
More points than other people.
But some of these people grew anxious.
They said, “Some days it feels like we have more bad points than good points,
And how do we know how many
Points are enough points?”
We must un-love this god
Loving this god is making us sick.
Once there was a people who worshiped a god who loved
Them more than other people,
more than other people
who were different.
They liked worshiping this god, because
It made them feel better about themselves, and good about dominating others and taking their stuff.
But some of these people grew strangely lonely. They started to sense they were missing something important, the truth about the humanity of the other and of themselves.
And so they had to un-love this god.
Because this god was making them sick.
Once there were all kinds of people who made up all kinds
Of gods that made them sick.
There still are.
But there always has been and always will be the great mystery of
A pointless God who who loves us all; the divine who blesses our un-loving of all that is not true, all that is not love; the God of mercy, compassion and delight who gifts us with a life that brings wellness to us and all.
May we love this God and live.
Un-love paints a picture in my mind of a forgotten child sitting alone waiting for a kind word of encouragement. Love bursts forth for that child as birds, bugs, flowers, trees, four-legged animals, amphibians and reptiles join the scene.
Every. Single. Atom
In trees, fingernails, and clouds
Has existed for all time.
-
Every. Single. Atom
Breathed,
Sighed,
Sung.
-
Every. Single. Being.
Breathing, sighing, singing,
the same air
Breathed
Sighed
Sung by prophets,
and by God.
-
What if Love,
like atoms,
(Neither created nor destroyed
after the first Big Bang of Yes)
Is, like atoms,
Breathed
Sighed
Sung?
-
How then could we ever feel
Un-Loved?
un-love
verb
1. a revocation of deep affection, interest, attachment, pleasure, time, energy, and/or faith from/in someone.
"every day that I un-love my abuser, I'm a little more free"
Un-love
reminds me
of
apathetic disinterest
to no care
at all
for someone's
mere existence
or life.
my heart
goes towards the
Divine pathos
I feel weeping
Does God feel
un-love-ed
possibly?
we remember God
in our wants.
and needs
but do we
love God
with everything
or
do we un-love God?
certainly
we share an
un-love for neighbors
when we exclude them
because they're different
or we only offer
thoughts and prayers
when they're
gunned down
homeless and hungry
poor, in general, actually
imprisoned
isolated and alone
I feel God weeping
suffering with
the un-love-ed.
to be in
relationship
with God
is to be
in relationship
with the
un-love(ed)
Once clay has been fired, it can never again be just clay.
There is no un-fire.
Once I have loved, my state of matter has forever changed.
Is there un-love?
I am not water, ice, vapor.
I am clay, bisque, glaze fire.
Underneath needless lies…
I search to rediscover self love.
In a time of not fully loving my body…
Have I fallen out of love?
Have I discovered unlove?
An emptiness of sympathy
A wondering of what could be
A grief of what once was
A longing to get back
to that time
to that place
to that body in which
I was loved.
Not by others,
But
By
Me.
I cannot quite
wrap my mind around
un-love.
But it might be the way
someone new buys your home
and rips up the garden
you spent years cultivating.
It might be the way
they called us wrong,
controversial, drifting, divisive,
all the while tearing up our roots
to throw us out on the lawn.
(UN-)
A dramatic combo of innocent looking letters,
always grabbing at other unsuspecting words,
forcing them to repeal.
Glory or havoc, it doesn't seem to care,
it just knows it cannot stand alone.
.selfish pig.
The more I consider the word “unlove”
It makes no sense
I’ve come to realize, after much reflection, combined with space and time,
That love, true love, never goes away.
It unravels, fades, hurts...
You may say “I don’t love him anymore!”
Making that declaration makes it easier
To walk away, but,
If it was truly love, in some form,
Love always remains.
I love this idea of a new word.
Un-Love
When I joined the church
I felt Love
When I left the church
I felt Un-Love
I want to feel loved again
By those in that building
But in order to Love myself
I must remain
Un-Loved by them