Dropping Keys
We are living in a time when the standard versions of religion are losing their appeal. The spirituality offered by these traditions seems small and niggling. Whatever is intended, the message people are getting is mostly about who’s got the truth and who doesn’t, who belongs inside the circle and who doesn’t, who’s having the right kind of sex and who really really isn’t, who’s ruining civilization and who—by God—is saving it.
I think of a wildly beautiful poem by the 14th century Sufi mystic. Listen.
Dropping Keys
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
If we lived a spirituality of freedom, the kind Jesus sang of, echoing the music of the prophet Isaiah,
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me
because he has anointed me to
preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim release
to the captives
and recovering of sight to the blind,
to set at liberty those who are oppressed,
to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord.
(Luke 4: 18, Jesus quoting Isaiah 61:1-2)
–if we lived that kind of key-dropping freedom, people would hear the word “religion” and think wow.
I came back to this one after reading an article a friend posted on Facebook about “religious” people. Good to ponder on key-dropping freedom. We can’t change everybody’s minds, but we can affect our circle of influence – and maybe it will ripple outwards.
Yes–we do the closest thing to the truth we can and trust God for the ripple!
Touched my heart reading those words. Thank you!!!
Trust the incorporation of each one of our individual experiences is not for us, but for our sacred spot in His master plan.
I am little man building cages, the sage dropping keys and each beautiful rowdy prisoner.
In the name of Divine
Unity, thank you for knowing my greatness in your ultimate master plan.
Amen.