To restate my last post in quasi-poetic form:
Circles of life, within without
We sit, stand, walk together and alone.
Someone said: We are human only with people:
Umuntu gumuntu ngabantu.
We seek our circle.
I have heard somewhere
We must all as they say
Fusion of self makes bad health.
I am because I am.
God says: “I am.” We are
Because God is, and God made us
To find ourselves in us,
And only so to find God.
I have heard somewhere of soul’s dark night.
Forced individuation, isolation, atomization,
Alone in darkness
Pulsing with life yet lost
In wilderness of One.
Soul’s dark night brings blessing
So they say
So I believe (and have found).
Forced to one’s need in awareness of need
The place of pain and life.
When we stand again and enter light
We cannot remain
We reach out our hands seeking
Communal life, pulses mingling and merging
In shared humanness, Ubuntu,
If you love God,
Love brother, sister, neighbour, friend –
Else call God liar
And lose yourself as human.
In God we become each other’s
Bread and wine: Christ appears.