The stones would cry out

           Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to him,
           “Teacher, order your disciples to stop.”
           He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent,
           the stones would shout out.”
                           —Luke 19.39-40

They do shout out.
All Creation cries out in praise of Love.
All Creation defies the threats of tyrants
and the certainty of merchants,
shouts out for fragile beauty and the giving of life.
The forests cry out, the rivers cry out.
The stones do cry out,
the stones in walls separating rich from poor,
the stones carved with cruel laws,
the stones piled up ready for the next heretic,
the stones desecrated by greed-spilled oil.
(Your brother’s blood cries out to God
from the ground. The stones cry out.)
All Creation cries out
in praise of love,
in defiance of injustice,
in mourning for our violence.
Listen to the cries.
Listen to what the earth, even as we wave our palms,
cries out.
Listen to the stones.


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Weather Report

Stormy,
as we plunder what we treasure
and murder whom we praise.
Expect tornado-like conditions
as the moist, unstable air of our words
meets the cold, dry air of our deeds.
This coming week especially,
be prepared to take shelter.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net