(‘Nihil humanum a me alienum puto’: Terrence: -‘I consider nothing that is human to be alien to me’-)
Let’s hear it now, once more
for ‘secular’,-
so long derided by the We
who stood so solemnly in
‘sacred’
spaces / places;
If feet of God in Nazareth
have walked one road,
those feet have walked all roads
upon this earth:
if hands of Child of Bethlehem have played
with mud,
then all mud
is of God:
the trees, the planet, water, air
and flesh are
all of Him
who graced them into being.
Why then does Elder Brother, ‘Sacred’,
seek to stand aloof in outer fields,-
to be divided from
what is?-
however lowly, strange, or different
that may be.
We have divided what we are,
humanity:
for ‘secular’ is all that lives
‘in saecula,’-
the ages past, this age we move in now,
together.
We have our unbelief of
Incarnation,-
holiness embodied in all clay,
in passions of this earth.
When Sacred hears the music
in the house of
Secular,
and then comes in,
the Father’s feet will dance.
‘Divided, then Derided
