Unity

The rich and the poor; the liar and the lied-to; the embezzler and the embezzellee; the hater and the hated; the contemptuous and the contempted; the adulterer and spouse; the angry and his object; the abortionist, the aborter and the aborted; the gossip and gossipee; the thief and his victim; the conner and the conned; the abuser and the abused; the pedophile and the child; all are one. We are one in genetic and what we do to one another. We are all wounded birds, shot through with our frail genetics and pierced by our circumstances and upbringing. What we do to one another comes from what we are. What we are is shaped from all that has gone before in and to and out of us. We are molded in the image of our ancestors and chiseled by our life into something or someone we ourselves do not like or love. We are twisted, deformed, defaced, defamed, sick in head heart and body; we are ignorant and illiterate. We know not that we know not. We are selfish, cruel and heartless. Ego rules. Is it possible that a society could exist where begging would be impossible because all have enough? Where all love the other to the extent that no anger, hatred, bigotry exist? Where the pedophile loves the child in the truest sense of the word; the adulterer loves the spouse so much that no temptation can overwhelm that love? Can we all be healed of that which has broken us, maimed and distorted us so we are free to be in one another’s shoes; to learn to view through the other’s eyes, to treat even better the other than we ourselves would be treated? What magic, what learning, what power would invade us all so that in you I see myself and joy in your comfort, your pleasure, your gain? There is another breaking offered: a voluntary breaking, a breaking from outside ourselves. He who offers is a master of rebuilding, reshaping, restructuring, rebirthing. He Himself becomes our newness, our rebirth. He touches what we touch and what once turned to lead at our touch becomes living and life-giving. What once seeped from the infected wounds of our wounded self now turns to become a fountain of water springing up into refreshing river of life to those with whom we come into contact. Death becomes life; dark becomes light; sorrow and sadness turn to joy; all the old is gone, wiped out by the new. Oh Great Healer, Genetic Engineer, Worker in the warp and woof of circumstance, Tinker and mender of things broken, corrector of the distorted; You who took on serpent to heal, who took our wounds, absorbed our pain, blotted up all that we are and have done into Yourself—we, the cured, turn to You in gratitude and praise, knowing we cannot heal ourselves and that the only healing that is, is from and through You. Now, victim and perpetrator are one of and with You. Now we are not only one in gene, but one in spirit, in that True Spirit from which we all are and to Whom we all return.