Pure of Heart

Not grey-dwellers of putrid sewers

who traverse the pipe-lines of common filth

like rats scouring for discarded trash

No!  This crowd's a stranger mix

They're weirdos who are out-of-step

They're Spirit-freed, fired for flight

for journeys into the fray and strife

of darkened lives wrestling with life

their mouths enthused with Word and song

for lips and heads and hearts and hands

un-enclosed in wants that surely fail

They are the pure of heart

whose lives are packed with God's caring sense

for broken bods and needs unmet

a God for all and all in God

whose eyes are mirrors reflecting Light

are panes drawing in and giving back 

*Reflections of Alan Jones:

  -"All the contradictions are to be found in me, according as the wind turns and changes. (Montaigne)"  If we are to move ahead in our pilgrimage, we will have to give up our longing for consistency.

  -Allow yourself to think about your self as a work-in progress, a work of art.  We learn about being human by imitation and repetition.  Art's mystery lies in the fact that every repetition or performance is unique and unrepeatable.  Just like you.  Allow for the possibility of revelation.

  -Being human is like learning a craft, and becoming part of a tradition.  We are in it together.  Salvation is social.

  -...we learn by paying attention, by listening, by practice.