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Kenneth Robinson
Paris, April 2001 |
Faith
You say you have no faith.
Yet what is faith, but the practice of
faithfulness?
And what is grace,
But the experience of being loved in moments of faithlessness?
What is enlightenment,
But faithfully allowing grace to enter your body
and dissolve your doubts about love?
And what is power but riding the waves of love,
faithful to where they want to go, this moment,
and then the next?
Sex
Don't get me wrong.
You don't need a reason to have sex.
But where are you in it all?
Would you ever bring to him, the places where you're wrong?
Your broken cup?
Would you ever bring to her
The hidden games
The list of names
The flaws
The trespasses
The places you cannot break through?
The ones your daddy or your mama or the preacher gave you.
Make love there too
Grieve with your whole body.
Grieve when you're inside her.
Rage when he's inside you.
Do things you're not supposed to do.
Here is my lust
Make love to me here
Here is my jealousy
Make love to me here
Here is my greed
Make love to me here
Here is my hiding
Here is my coldheartedness
Here is my unwillingness to feel
Here is my unwillingness to give
Here is my inept, inadequate, insecure, weak, shady, cowardly self
Make love to me here.
Let sex heal something.
Let sex do what it can do.
We don't even know all that it can do.
We could find out.
Find out.
Find out.
We just don't know what our lovemaking does to the world.
But we know if everyone got their fill of love
Walking on water would be commonplace.
There is nothing
Like the beauty of your unlined face after sex
With the one who loves you. |
