Poetry, April 2011, This I Mourn: A Lamentation for Osama bin Laden, by Gregory Boyd

Poetry, April 2011
“This I Mourn: A Lamentation for Osama bin Laden” by Gregory Boyd.
One fewer soul on Spaceship Earth,
Our Father’s Mother feels the dearth.
We are wholly imperfect:
perfectly incomplete.
This, I mourn with each passing hour,
A violent end to brutal power.
Yet, I know what I believe—
We are wholly imperfect:
perfectly incomplete.
Who is my neighbor?
Did he ask?
Love your neighbor.
Not my task
Smote my neighbor.
Who now basks?
This, I mourn with each passing hour,
A violent end to brutal power.
Yet, I know what I believe—
We are wholly imperfect:
perfectly incomplete.
Did he hunger?
Does he feast?
Sought he victory?
Through defeat?
This, I mourn with each passing hour,
A violent end to brutal power.
Yet, I know what I believe—
We are wholly imperfect:
perfectly incomplete.
Buddha says, “Forsake desire.”
Would that I were as a spire,
Thrusting up toward Heaven above
Penetrating the God of love,
Sharp to pierce Holy Empire.
Where is my neighbor?
Who is your God?
Who is my neighbor?
Where is your God?
Bountiful blessings:
The prayers we sow.
Militant aggressing:
Onward we go.
This, I mourn with each passing hour,
A violent end to brutal power.
Yet, I know what I believe—
We are wholly imperfect:
perfectly incomplete.
To know peace,
To know relief,
To rest in peace,
Without grief;
Thus, to decease.
To know no more,
What you abhor;
Eternal sleep,
Sojourn complete:
Life is defeat.
This, I mourn with each passing hour,
A violent end to brutal power.
Yet, I know what I believe—
We are wholly imperfect:
perfectly incomplete;
Wantonly unpredictable,
We lamenting beasts.
By Gregory Boyd

Poetry, March 2011, Bi-lingual, Bi-cultural, by Pat Mora

Bi-lingual, Bi-cultural,
able to slip from “How’s life?”
to “Me’stan volviendo loca,”
able to sit in a paneled office
drafting memos in smooth English,
able to order in fluent Spanish
at a Mexican restaurant,
American but hyphenated,
viewed by Anglos as perhaps exotic,
perhaps inferior, definitely different,
viewed by Mexicans as alien,
(their eyes say, “You may speak
Spanish but you’re not like me”)
an American to Mexicans
a Mexican to Americans
a handy token
sliding back and forth
between the fringes of both worlds
by smiling
by masking the discomfort
of being pre-judged
Bi-laterally.
by Pat Mora
from the book, encounters: poems about race, ethnicity and identity
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Pastoral Message, January 2011

pic of me with love signHi Family,
Happy New Year!  I took time during the Holiday season to drive from Wisconsin to Central Texas to spend time with members of my family.  When I told people I was going to drive instead of fly, the most common response I heard was, “do you think it is safe to drive that far this time of year?”  I assured them that I would follow regional weather reports and cut my trip short if necessary.  As it turned out, I left Texas a day early to avoid projected bad weather.  When I arrived at home and pulled into my driveway, I said a silent prayer of thanks for my safe travels.
Two days later en route to the YMCA, my car stalled and the engine light came on.  I found myself getting angry and then the following question crossed my mind.  “What would have happened if the car stalled and the engine light came on during my multi-state road trip?”  That simple question shifted my attitude from anger to gratitude because I was only four blocks instead of four hundred miles from home.
How often do we think about what we do not have instead of what we have?  How many times a day does our thoughts focus on what’s lacking in our lives as opposed to the abundance that surrounds us?  How different would life be if an attitude of gratitude was cultivated and we were mindful to say thank you to others, our selves and to life?  As we settle into a new year, consider cultivating an attitude of gratitude.  I encourage you to be alert to thanking others for the significant and mundane things done for you each day.
As for my car, there was a crack in the ignition coil and it and the spark plugs needed to be replaced.  Following my own advice, I thanked the service techs, grateful that I had the resources to pay for the repairs.
I would love to hear from you.  You can message me on Facebook at Monica Cummings, email me at mcummings@uua.org or leave a comment for me on the YaYA of Color blog, UU Living Mosaic at http://uuyayaoc.blogs.uua.org/.
Living My Faith,
Rev. Monica

Pastoral Message, December 2010

Hello Family,
Happy Holidays!  In the month of December, Hanukkah, Winter Solstice, Christmas and Kwanzaa will be celebrated.  However you experience the holiday season, I wish you serenity and safety in the last month of 2010.
During this final month of the year, I encourage you to make a special effort to reflect on the past year and note whether or not you achieved the goals you set, what challenges you overcame and the relationships you maintained. Then ask yourself, “What do I want to achieve in 2011?” Is there something you wanted to do this year and delayed doing? Are there things you did this year that you want to leave in the past?  Are there relationships you want to nurture or let go of in the coming the year?  I encourage you to begin creating the tomorrow (or 2010) you want to have, today.
Finally, I invite you to reach out to family and friends who may be struggling with illness, unemployment or depression during this holiday season, when the social and cultural expectation is for people to be happy.  Conversely, if you are suffering with depression, please reach out for support.  Youth and Young Adults of Color who are interested, I have a list of UU ministers and religious professionals of color who are willing to provide chaplain support during the holidays.  Please contact me for a list of their names.
You can message me on Facebook at Monica Cummings, email me at mcummings@uua.org or leave a comment for me on the YaYA of Color blog, UU Living Mosaic at http://uuyayaoc.blogs.uua.org/.
Living My Faith,
Rev. Monica

Pastoral Message, November 2010

pic of me with love signHi Family,

I write this column with a broken heart.  My heart is broken because of the number of young people who have attempted or successfully committed suicide over the past month. My heart is broken because once again cries for help were ignored until a critical mass of suicides forced the media, politicians, clergy and other adult authority figures to pay attention.
I just reread the Executive Summary of the 2009 Gay, Lesbian Straight Education Network (GLSEN) report, Shared Differences: The Experiences of Lesbian, Gay, Bi-sexual and Transgender Students of Color in Our Nations Schools.  The findings of the report confirm what the national media is finally reporting; many GBLT students do not experience public schools as being safe spaces for them if their sexual orientation, gender expression or gender identity deviates from what has been defined as the norm.  As we have learned over the last month bullying is at an all time high, and going to school for many GBLT youth is hazardous for their health.  Many people are focused on the bullies who have created hell on earth for GBLT youth. What about the silent witnesses who are on the school buses, walking the hallways and sitting in classrooms?  What is their responsibility?
What GBLT youth and young adults need are allies.  People who will support them when they are called disrespectful names, threatened with violence and made to feel other than who they are; human beings who deserve to be treated with love and respect.  To quote Audre Lorde, “Your silence will not protect you,” because racism, classism, sexism, ableism, ageism, and heterosexism are all linked.  Until we each speak-up for someone being mistreated, bullies and bigots will continue to interpret our silence as acceptance.  If you want to be an ally, join or start a Gay Straight Alliance group at your school, tell the bully to leave your friend alone, or report abusive behavior to a responsible adult.  Finally, you can ask the person being mistreated how you can be supportive.
As always I would love to hear from you.  You can message me on Facebook at Monica Cummings, email me at mcummings@uua.org or leave a comment for me on the YaYA of Color blog, UU Living Mosaic at http://uuyayaoc.blogs.uua.org/.
Living My Faith,
Rev. Monica

Poetry, November 2010, soul lost, by Lehna Huie

soul lost
spirit found
all at the cost of my being
 bound by presentation 
ideas of equality 
handed to me on a silver platter 
tempting
soul lost
 spirit found
 all for the healing of my being
 free to navigate the trails of my history 
hope for justice 
embedded in my heart
light the wick 
searching
soul lost
 spirit found
 all for the truth of my being 
silenced by performers
 lifted by the crowd
 take a bow
take a stand
clap
soul lost spirit found all for the love in my being 
birds of a flock always stick together 
survival of the fittest 
let us fly
-Lehna Huie

UU of Month, November 2010


My name is Lehna Huie.

I am 22 years old and loving discovering life.

I grew up UU and Community Church is my home church in NYC. I became very involved in social justice work through my youth group and YRUU [Young Religious Unitarian Universalist]. I hold my UU values as core values of living- it has been the backbone of my spirituality, and struggles and joys of being an artist and activist.

As a recent graduate of the School of Visual Arts (BFA) and being an activist and UU Sunday School teacher, I have composed a language that is ever broadened by indulging myself physically and mentally in the community.  My responsibility and commitment to the urgency of social change and awareness brings me to.

I am enlightened and motivated by the power of the collective voice- awareness and community through shared knowledge and heightened consciousness. My art is representative of my spiritual journey and quest for answers. As a Black woman committed to being an agent of change in this world- art is a positive tool for change.

I am committed to collectively bring young Black artists together to do projects. In recently founding the art collective Native Tongue, I recognized the urgency for growth for supporting young Black creators within NYC’s community. We are a group of 15 black artists and activists finding alternative strategies for sharing knowledge and creation beyond the group. The aim is to build a self-sustainable community of Black artists committed to resisting oppression, and documenting and delivering our voice where it matters most. We will do so in developing new ways of sharing information, creative insight, history and knowledge on an intergenerational and multidisciplinary level in community with one another.

I am also am aspiring to become a Yoga teacher. I wish to observe and practice fusion of the body, mind and spirit in healthy ways and sharing that with others.

Paintings:

The figures are mostly women, with a focus on the body.
How are our spirits represented in art? Are our bodies as Black women commodity? NO.
Our bodies are full of fire, lust for life, dance, soul and sweet music. We are full of joy, pain, sorrow and scar stories.
The food I eat, my family, teachers, icons and friends’ spirits find their way into the sp ace through bold colors-a life mostly influenced by women.
There we are…we are present.
You can feel our spirits while you thank us for having a large role in sustaining and cultivating this world.
Out of the paintings, these women are universal and representational of my mothers, ancestors, sisters, myself and any woman who is graces us with her presence day to day.
Be it raising a child or braving this harsh world just to survive and flourish.
Humility in tact- the true definition of a goddess.
With knowledge of the history of what has been done to our Black Bodies, many of us can only escape in dreams. I choose to paint the emotion I feel from my how these women affect me.
How wonderful it is to get up and find ways of facing the day with strength, power, faith, and grace.
Blue Self
Woman
TWINS

UU of the Month, September/October 2010

Elias Waddington


Elias Waddington has been an active Unitarian Universalist for just over a year and has been a member of the Countryside Unitarian Universalist Church for just over half a year. He discovered the UU community at Camp De Benneville Pines where he realized that he has been raised with UU ideas. His American father has been a UU since High School.
Elias has been playing piano since he was five and at Camp De Benneville Pines, he discovered a new way to express his spirituality through music. He draws inspiration and influence from widely varying genres including cool jazz, classical, and power metal.
In his church, Elias is an active member in the youth discussion group, the Senior High youth group, and youth and adult committees. He has also been elected to the Central Midwestern District’s Youth Steering Committee as the communications director, writing articles for the CMwD newsletter, the Midwesterner. Elias’s main contribution to Unitarian Universalist gatherings is his music. Playing both piano and percussion, Elias uses his music to enhance worship services that promote relaxation and self expression. Beyond music, his hobbies range from miniatures to computer and information technology. He is currently planning to pursue a career in aerospace and systems engineering.

Community Prayer

Closing Words

As we leave this sacred space of fellowship and go our different ways this afternoon, go with more love than you came with.  Go with more peace than you came with.  Go with more compassion than you came with.

Pause throughout the week and remember you are a part of the interconnected web of life.

Don’t forget to bless a stranger with a smile.  Tell the people in your life how much they mean to you.  And take a moment each day beginning today, to say thank you for all that you have.

May all who want to set out on a personal search for answers to the most profound questions of life feel empowered to do so.  May all who want to awaken to who they really are, feel empowered to do so.  May all who want to journey from confusion to meaning feel empowered to do so.  May all who want to feel connected to their original source do the work to make it so.

May you live your beliefs and feel at one with everyone and everything.

Blessing upon you,

Blessings upon me,

Blessings upon every living thing,

Blessed Be.

Rev. Dr. Monica L. Cumming

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Poetry, September/October 2010, by Nikki Giovanni

The Rain
Spring rains are my favorite
they help the flowers grow
Winter rain makes good ice cream
because it’s really snow
Traveling seeds ride windy rains
Thirsty trees scrape windowpanes
Autumn rains make all leaves change
from green to burnished reds
Soft rains wash our tears away
and rainbows warm our beds.
– Nikki Giovanni