On which we trace hearts

At the appointed time
thunder stands tight in formation
marching forth
to intrigue those indoors
and terrify those left scurrying
in rain-splattered streets

what separates
our fear and love of nature
is a pane of foggy glass
on which we trace hearts
and the initials certain others
before they fade, and
blue skies return

The revolution was yesterday

The revolution was yesterday.

If you missed it,
it did not miss you

nothing will ever be the same

love replaces hate
hope replaces despair
free souls soar
in a hot-air balloon
over rich fields
of corn, grown immense

The revolution was yesterday.

I was not informed of its advance
my calendar was marked with
mundane things

but such things clear a schedule
grab you by the wrist, wrench
you and demand attention

The revolution was yesterday.

each day beckons
the impossible dissolves
and the world is there to win.

It rises, brilliant

An arc
far longer than
a single lifetime
bends
its urgency
masked, looks
paralyzed
wise eyes only
know the truth

Awaking, love
grapples hate
each morning
collapses,
exhausted, each night
the fight inconclusive

Stirring
down beneath depths
long believed myth
it grows
it rises, brilliant

the good guys
are going to win
someday.

In shifting mist

If the rain had ceased
so that in the silent streets
where the puddles soaked the
bustle up, and let the world breathe

Perhaps a chance meeting in
a plaza, thought romantic in the sunlight
though no match when the bricks
were bathed in moonlight

Maybe, in shifting we both
wandered into one another
a meeting, in transit
while headed to “more important” things

In my imagination we met, and spent
all of our collective lives together
there is remains
you weren’t there
that night, in the moonlight.

Blossoms

Rusted, monuments now;
Stoic reminders of the collapse;
There to see the start;
And end of a dream;
 
Streetlamps masquerade;
Stand ceremonial guard as darkness forms;
An elegant lattice that traps the;
Citizens within their fire-lit homes;
 
Not all, though;
Two ford the dark rivers to isles;
Claimed by a benign moon;
And sit upon the grass to reveal;
Inner selves;
That hide under the judging sun;
 
Luna holds no prejudice;
It gently smiles upon the two;
Whose hands drift towards each other;
 
All is not well in the world;
Where time and neglect have;
Made dust of triumph;
The dark becomes;
A rigid cage;
 
But also, for some the key;
The two hands clasp;
Love blossoms;
Love blossoms in the dark;

Why do bad things happen to good people?

Now that I’m now through 100 posts, the one thing I’ve noticed is that though this was started as a Unitarian Universalist-tinged blog, it’s rarely directly about that. Quite a lot of time has been dedicated to issues of justice, equality, and minority rights. That fact that most of my essays here could be tied into one or more UU Principles if I had wanted to is probably good proof that I’m hanging out in the right religious community.

I met Marcella during a summer debate program in Washington D.C in 2008. While we didn’t converse all that much during the camp itself, through the magic of instant messaging we’ve become close friends and talked regularly through our respective college experiences. She let me read the final draft of her senior thesis about the history of anarchist guerrillas in Franco-era Spain- a fact I mentioned when I posted that amazing photo of Marina Ginestà.

For two or three years, her sister had been sick with very nasty, aggressive forms of cancer. Endured multiple cycles of treatment and remission, but it kept coming back. Eventually she went into hospice and died. It was hard on Marcella in a way I can’t understand nor properly articulate.

A few days later I messaged her on Skype. I offered what condolences I could, and found her in a bit of a crisis. Not only had the cancer been aggressive and in the long run incurable, her time in the hospice was ugly. Marcella had come back from graduation to see her go through her final days. She did not die the peaceful death we wish for ourselves one day. Quite the opposite.

And so Marcella talked with me about one of the great questions. The one that perhaps more than anything has led people to cease believing in god or a certain religious system.

Why do bad things happen to good people?

I offered my view on the matter, which might have been a bit blunt to some people but was well-received. Personally, I find some solace in there being no god- because then there’s no higher force that was supposed to prevent crap like this from happening.

In a purely naturalistic world, Marcella’s sister died because of chance- some people will get cancer in their lifetime, some will not. There are environmental factors, but a lot of it you can’t control. If you believe in a powerful god that should uphold all that is good and just in the world, you now have to rationalize what happened to your loved one. As she came from a devout Irish Catholic family, the “it’s God’s will” explanation was common. Ultimately, we both felt that imagining a higher power with such a strange, often unfair way of doing things just seemed wrong.

My paternal grandmother, a devout Presbyterian and the most pious and charitable person I’ve ever met, was diagnosed a few years ago with fast-moving small-cell cancer in multiple organs. The radiation therapy just bought her a year and a half, as there was no hope of eliminating it all. When she died, there were thousands of people her age that were healthy but also criminals, or selfish, or bigoted. If you look at things from a cosmic perspective, it seems deeply unfair.

Taking the question of why do bad things happen to good people (and vice-versa) and eliminating the supernatural element gives us a very different question. A question that Unitarian Universalists both answer and act through. Working towards sexual and racial equality, safeguarding the environment, giving poor students and the homeless the help they need to live and succeed- it’s all an attempt to give people the help they need when bad things happen to them, or prevent bad things in the future.

If we take the positions that the jury’s still out on the supernatural, and that the most concrete step towards justice is to create a Heaven on Earth, then the good and bad in the world become our personal concerns. There’s no chance to eliminate all the evil in the world, but much can be done to make things more fair and more free. When I look at the question why do bad things happen to good people? I don’t see a question of god, but a question of how the world works.