no distance

it was no matter what situation they had gotten themselves into. somewhere along the way their paths had divergered, and began an entangling dance, weaving criss-cross. he worked to many jobs to try and forget their encounters, and also pass the time quickly from the last to the next time they would stumble across each other. well, he would stumble, she was ever graceful, in his eyes.
another man had come along and swept her up, just as he was feeling familiar enough and getting up the courage to know her and let her know how he felt. they changed cities, but the dance steps stayed the same. ever two beats off. "i came by to see how You were enjoying this lovely day. missed Ya. this happens to much!" she would leave small clues behind. even though they lived closer than ever, they saw the least of each other that year.
these where things of no consequence. determination bolstered their fate. it was, perhaps, his one saving grace. Time was on their side, that is, if patience was one of her shining virtues. he could count astuteness as one. "You know, You're very good at what You do. You're very good at it." "why, thank You for noticing." and so it went one little baby step at a time. uncertain shuffling that tells You plainly what is going on just below the surface.

the constant gardener (or blood on our hands)

isn't that what humans do? live with blood on our hands? live in sin? write our conduct of to man's corruption: original sin. and suddenly our actions are not out of place because we are defect. in a state of fallen grace. is that what we do? is that the state we live in? is that the story You were told? because i too heard that story.
but i also heard another story. this wasn't a story about humans, but we were in it. and it doesn't paint us red with blood or fallen from our grace. it isn't a picture of humanity lost, defeated, killing or dying. it is the story of a living world. of humanity living in the world. really, like it was meant to be. this world was put here for everything on it. it was put here by everything on it. without all the plants and animals, water, air, earth and fire there would not be a mother earth, there would not be any humans. but is it the story of our debt? a story of our debt to all the things on God's green earth? because we certainly own our existence to everything else. or is it the story of our duty? our duty as such a conscious, curious and innovative species to repay that debt by uplifting the entire world. i have heard a story where humanity never left the garden of eden, and i have heard a story where humanity actually learns to be the gardener.