“There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places and desecrated places.”
― Wendell Berry
(St Kevin’s Monastery / Glendalough, County Wicklow / Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015)
Where is the Sacred,
the Holy,
the Hallowed?
Where has it gone?
Has man lost his connection to the Divine
and what it means to be
reverent,
quiet,
observant….
Oh how it so seems…
Does the mocking of a drowned two year old child, off the coast of Turkey,
make anyone else uncomfortable, distressed or disturbed…
or is it just me?
Does Charlie Hebdo and others who make light over everything and anything,
who use the satirical to…
malgin,
berate,
and draw attention to…
Do they, the magazines, the papers, the comics.. try to make us…
better,
wiser,
more insightful…?
Do they make us think, laugh or simply feel numb?
All with their mocking, ridiculing and disrespect…?
Freedom of speech…
it is the rallying cry is in not…
The defensive call to arms.
Yet whose word is free and whose words are not?
What of….
what of the respect found within that freedom…
what of the cost of human sanctity found within that freedom
what of the spilled blood found within that freedom
Was respect not rooted in the foundation?
Civility?
Courtesy?
Fairness?
What of the respect for…
for life,
for death,
for the living,
for the dying,
for the less than,
for the maligned,
for the young,
the old,
all found within that freedom…
What of the honor to be afforded to all human beings regardless of…
stature,
class,
race,
age,
belief,
Does none of that matter…
Is it all just fodder now for our obsession with the biting satire of our own contagious dark humor?
Oh laugh and chuckle if you will.
That nervous sort of ridiculing and jaded scoffing…
Join the masses of those who have grown numb, cold, closed, shallow, empty…
and so over the top that there is no longer room for the kind, the compassionate, the soul…
the Hallowed,
the Holy
or
the Sacred…
Then He said, “Do not come near here; remove your sandals from your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.”
Exodus 3:5
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