small minds

the time is not ripe for the adventure of peace

small minds swing on the play toys of power

history yet nurses off the blood of the envied

her roots entangled in the bones of the quelled

the conquerors of evil bind the dove in chains

her olive branch stripped to whip the bad

the righteous empire uses the trappings of faith

to dispose of God, their collateral pawn

their every move reflects the will of God

on their journey to victory, in the excitement to win

they chase the leaders of the world they choose

clothed in the muck from the swamp of their lies

kingdoms lay on the gurney of destruction

wronged and mocked by infidelities to justice

small egos rule the halls of conquest

their ribald spirits re-imaging the world

through tales their blind eyes tell themselves:

that the darkness they see reflects the desirable light

along this path many nations journey

in pursuit of empire fashioned by their hands

rulers of fancy chasing their need for image

they guide their flock toward an acridly flavored life

*Reflections of Alan Jones:

-To be a soul (to be fully mature and alive as a person) is to struggle in hope with love, because we know that at our deepest we are loved.  To be a soul is to know what it is to be a terminal case - to come to terms, however minimally, with the fact that we are going to die.  To be a soul means to know what it is to struggle for, to achieve, and to be denied power.  To be a soul is to live in time, with all its opportunities and limitations.  Our life is a story that slowly unfolds in time.  The believer understands that the great wild card promises that we are to be understood, recognized, and known in terms of our future, which is secure in God, rather than our past.  This means that there is much to regret, that past does not determine who and what we are.  We are in God's hands...the past does not have the last word.