What you put up high
Tucked away safely
Is not loved
No matter how highly you offer it esteem and glow on about it
To be loved is to be hugged
Used daily and well
Not taken too seriously
The chipped favourite mug
The little China jug
Never crave the adulation of the crowd
Like a flock of birds
And just as loftily as it is given
Taken away again
Look for the high places
The lofty mount
And a million followers
Or one day
It will all be turned about
And on the mount which was preached from
Will stand three crosses instead
In the middle of which hangs a simple man
“Forgive them – they know not what they do”
But I do
And the greatest lesson ever lived
Was that of Jesus
And the “high” love we gave him
Which then turned into hatred
How brave he was
To walk barefoot in the hearts
Of fickle men
*I do not love religion
I love the stories of the bible though and I think Jesus was a real man – an ordinary man squeezed into an extraordinary situation.
Whether the bible is a true account or a book of metaphorical parable meant to offer guidance remains disputed
What does not, are the many wise lessons contained within its pages.
One of which I recall today since here in Oz it is Good Friday and one of the weirdest Easters I have ever experienced.
No extended family – we are in self isolation
No festivals (we usually have a big Easter in the Country festival that brings hoards of people to town)
No chocolate – I ate it all (chuckle chuckle …no joke I have eaten a lot of chocolate lately😳)
A time of reflection and although the only time I follow my Catholic husband to church is on days like Christmas Day or Easter Sunday, I will be watching our parish priest streamed live on Facebook this year.
I like the parish priest Jaime – ordinary bloke. He has his human faults and foibles – which I find comforting.
No kids all rushing up to get Easter eggs of him this year at the end though.
The church will be empty.
Just a priest – his iPhone on record.
Interesting times indeed.
And that old story
Interesting also – will probably be told
How Jesus was waved into the town with great acclaim a week before he was murdered.
(Commonly known as Palm Sunday, because the crowds stripped palm trees and waved them to honour his passing) ￼
How by the following Friday minds had been changed and many of the same crowd stood out in front whilst he was nailed to the cross and reviled him.
What the actual ??!!.. People!
The problem was – they put him up high and this troubled the hierarchy of the time so they pulled him back down
Tall poppy syndrome can be deadly
Anyway a timely reminder to us all
If you love someone – don’t put them up high
Keep them within arms reach and use them daily
A bit like religion was supposed to be
Until they built grand cathedrals and filled them full of men in robes wielding precious jewel encrusted sceptres.
Let us return love to the ordinary realm and use it every second of every day
Whatever your belief – love is at the heart of it
Or it is supposed to be
Have a very love filled Easter ❤️❤️❤️