We Are All Interconnected

What a person desires in life / is a properly boiled egg. / This isn’t as easy as it seems.
There must be gas and a stove, / the gas requires pipelines, mastodon drills,
banks that dispense the lozenge of capital. / There must be a pot, the product of mines
and furnaces and factories, / of dim early mornings and night-owl shifts,
of women in kerchiefs and men with / sweat-soaked hair.
Then water, the stuff of clouds and skies / and God knows what causes it to happen.
There seems always too much or too little / of it and more pipelines, meters, pumping
stations, towers, tanks. / And salt - a miracle of the first order,
the ace in any argument for God. / Only God could have imagined from
nothingness the pang of salt. / Political peace too. It should be quiet
when one eats an egg. No political hoodlums / knocking down doors, no lieutenants who are
ticked off at their scheming girlfriends and / take it out on you, no dictators
posing as tribunes. / It should be quiet, so quiet you can hear
the chicken, a creature usually mocked as a type / of fool, a cluck chained to the chore of her body.
Listen, she is there, pecking at a bit of grain / that came from nowhere.
    —“A Quiet Life” by Baron Wormser

Does it need to be said again? That we are all interconnected. Perhaps, we can’t say it enough. I can’t get there without her. She can’t get there without you. You can’t get there without him. We are all in this together. We need one another. Don’t antagonize or demonize or weaponize. You need her. So, swallow that insult that is swirling in your mouth. Don’t let it slip out! Swallow it, or better yet, drown it with an entire glass of water. You need more water these days anyway. Offer a kind word instead. Even – especially – when it is not deserved. That is grace. Remember grace?! Move through these days embodying grace – undeserved, unmerited, unnecessary gifts offered extravagantly to all those you see, speak to, interact with. Be the late summer shower. The early morning dew. The soft, damp, cool breeze off the ocean blowing the smoke away. Clearing away the clutter . . . so we can see more clearly. So that we see and know without a doubt – once again – that my well-being is dependent upon your well-being. And yours is dependent upon mine. Even though we are so different. And I disagree with you about so much. Move your shoulders down away from your ears and sit down. I moved all my piles of papers and unfinished projects off the table. So I can see you and listen to your heart.  

See you in (zoom) church,