Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Warsam Shire poem, Home


Home  a poem
by Warsan Shire

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.



no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
pitied

no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough

the
go home blacks
refugees
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
savage
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
drown
save
be hunger
beg
forget pride
your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
saying-
leave,
run away from me now
i dont know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere

is safer than here

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there is a great sadness
much has been written on this blog about (every place but also specifically about Africa;) the Congo, and Somalia, and 
the 
unutterable strange violence
committed against women
by 
men
their own men
their own home.
If you can bear it, read here:
for example,

congo

somalia



africa...Sudan...






It is to me a thing most curious, that within our species,
among our own families, 
power, strength, should be used to hurt..
Relational violence is mind-bending,
as this Power to Hurt and Control others is used to temporarily take the edge off of feelings of inferiority.
What a loss; 

how sad for us, that our culture has so many who will hurt those not only of their own species, but their very mates, their children.

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Poet:



Saturday, January 16, 2016

How to Stay Warm...Learn from Your Pet

Very nice collection




Lots more:

http://fellowshipoftheminds.com/2016/01/09/how-to-stay-warm-when-its-winter/


Pets stay warm


Animals keeping warm


Sunday, January 10, 2016

transformation of abused and neglected dogs: Butterscotch

OK, here is the good news: some people love their dogs.
Cry, with Love.
http://marysbeagooddogblog.blogspot.com/2015/12/denali-metaphors-love-and-lifedogs.html


and, here is a proof that evil exists:

http://marysbeagooddogblog.blogspot.com/2015/10/rescued-dogs-before-and-after.html


learn about these cold hearted people here:
http://marysbeagooddogblog.blogspot.com/search?q=animal+abuse

Now. Here is a rescue with a good ending.






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OK, here is a beautiful pic
( from The Calendar)
To cheer you...




Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Judging the sins of other people


"The Church proclaims the truth of God's mercy revealed in the crucified and risen Christ, and she professes it in various ways. Furthermore, she seeks to practice mercy towards people through people, and she sees in this an indispensable condition for solicitude for a better and "more human" world, today and tomorrow. However, at no time and in no historical period-especially at a moment as critical as our own-can the Church forget the prayer that is a cry for the mercy of God amid the many forms of evil which weigh upon humanity and threaten it. Precisely this is the fundamental right and duty of the Church in Christ Jesus, her right and duty towards God and towards humanity. The more the human conscience succumbs to secularization, loses its sense of the very meaning of the word "mercy," moves away from God and distances itself from the mystery of mercy, the more the Church has the right and the duty to appeal to the God of mercy "with loud cries."135 These "loud cries" should be the mark of the Church of our times, cries uttered to God to implore His mercy, the certain manifestation of which she professes and proclaims as having already come in Jesus crucified and risen, that is, in the Paschal Mystery. It is this mystery which bears within itself the most complete revelation of mercy, that is, of that love which is more powerful than death, more powerful than sin and every evil, the love which lifts man up when he falls into the abyss and frees him from the greatest threats." 

Monday, December 28, 2015

The Mercy of Jesus

You do not understand the severity of your sins when you reject the abundant Love of the Christ.  Do not further wound His aching Heart by dismissing His Sacrifice and rejecting His Love.  

http://afterthewarning.com/messages-from-heaven/linda-noskewicz/2015/12/12-27-pray-spread-his-word.aspx



Ponder this:

There is no reason to state, with anger or sternness, comments about the sins of others.
Since we all have broken the bond of transparency and love with our Creator, and have even turned our back on Jesus crucified---have even provided some of the thorns by which our most gentle Brother was tortured---
Should we not be humble? Should we not be forgiving and mild?
Do we not sound like bombastic penguin-like sqwaukers kicking about when we shout about the sins of others?

And, if the goal is to lead others into a moment of contrition and grace, would there be a better path?



(I am not here discussing moments when policy is being developed or general conversation of good and evil, right and wrong...)




John 8:1-11New Living Translation (NLT)

A Woman Caught in Adultery

8 Jesus returned to the Mount of Olives, 2 but early the next morning he was back again at the Temple. A crowd soon gathered, and he sat down and taught them. 3 As he was speaking, the teachers of religious law and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in the act of adultery. They put her in front of the crowd.
4 “Teacher,” they said to Jesus, “this woman was caught in the act of adultery. 5 The law of Moses says to stone her. What do you say?”
6 They were trying to trap him into saying something they could use against him, but Jesus stooped down and wrote in the dust with his finger. 7 They kept demanding an answer, so he stood up again and said, “All right, but let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone!” 8 Then he stooped down again and wrote in the dust.
9 When the accusers heard this, they slipped away one by one, beginning with the oldest, until only Jesus was left in the middle of the crowd with the woman. 10 Then Jesus stood up again and said to the woman, “Where are your accusers? Didn’t even one of them condemn you?”
11 “No, Lord,” she said.
And Jesus said, “Neither do I. Go and sin no more.”




( it has been said that
 Jesus was writing in the dust the sins of 
the men who were standing there ready to stone her...)

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Juvenile bald eagle and mated pair.

A pair of Beautiful Bald Eagles, and a juvenile-!!-
Were eating a raccoon
near my house as I drove into town.

Don't see juveniles too much. Here is one from a few years ago

More pics:


http://marysbeagooddogblog.blogspot.com/2012/12/juvenile-bald-eagle.html






They were gone when I returned but I brought some meaty bones from the grocery store to add...

And moved it into my line of vision in the house.


We shall see...




Bald Eagles

http://marysbeagooddogblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/bald-eagles-in-kansas-feeding-and-love.html


http://marysbeagooddogblog.blogspot.com/2014/01/beautiful-bald-eagle-pictures-from.html



Huge hawk eating a squirrel
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