Scripture With Your Tea - Bruce Moody

[Larry Robinson]

Scripture With Your Tea
 
I tell you, if you read scripture with your tea, as do I every morning
then you are I
in that the rose inside us knows the rose we see and scent 
is the selfsame rose all along.
 
Likewise, if your God is the God Of Vengeance what a fool I’d be to deny mine is not the same.
 
But, oh, I hope you don’t kill me because of your prayers. 
Plagues make room for everyone so we don’t need to shoulder one another aside.
 
But, even in a crowd, we practiced natural decorum, as a baby’s wail is understood as natural in almost any circumstance.
 
We need patience now more than ever 
and the volcano of this world practices it 
like the good instruction, the rose of instruction, it is.
 
The gamble of the stock market can wait, for the fatal gamble to wander off.
 
Each of us has eyes we do not see now. 
And in the meantime and for a while, our heads shrouded in quarantine, imagination is the book 
we read about one another.
 
Our seclusion is not a bad thing, but a retreat in a cave from whose door imagination rolls the
 boulder every living moment to a dawn that denies us the coming day of the-same-old-thing.
 
Bruce grows still now. 
He knows as know you, and all of us,
that each of us can do the rest,
right the rest, 
know the rest.
 
Life gave us that.
 

	- Bruce Moody