This life is a descent
To the center
Passed dissent to dissenter
Holy contagion
Scared discontent
(Gives way to)
Sacred malcontents
Who don’t pay this rent
(Which, after all, is too damn high)
But embrace the feast spread out;
The locusts and wild honey
of
Downward
Mobility.
Upward,
Falling
We don’t cling to the branches
But instead
eat straight
from the root.
Note: I have not yet read Richard Rohr‘s Falling Upward, but I’ll bet it’s good. Its very title touched off an inner impulse that’s been composting in me for some months now; hence this poem.
I love this! I like eating roots, both physically and metaphorically. And I really like the logo, too.
…good going!
…next time you and your bride come to Denver we will go feast at Root Down and celebrate you and your ladies
…more of this, please, Michael
…thank you!!!