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Are we as a country becoming more divided or more unified? When historical decisions are made and elections fall to one party or the other, there is an “in your face” celebration focused at those who lost. When was the last time there was an election for president that was separated by more than a few percentage points in the popular vote? When was the last time there was a unanimous Supreme Court decision on any major decision? It’s usually 5-4, or 6-3 at best. That tells me there are a lot of people who will be hurt, lost, disappointed, and even confused as to what the future holds for them and their beliefs. Where is the leader who has seen his/her cause win, and then truly demonstrated a humility that there are a lot of people who are not celebrating?

John Pickard, Lakewood

This letter was published in the July 5, 2015 edition of The Denver Post


When I subscribed to that newspaper, it was so easy to get caught up in the issues of the day and to think my opinion actually had pull over another’s.  It was so easy to get angry.  When Mr. Pickard wrote this humbling letter, it immediately stood out as prophetic, and I was reminded of that which I ought to focus my energy instead: Christ’s teachings.  Not left, not right, not forever down in a dark, deep cave.  (See About section.)  But above.

I cut out this letter and magnetically stuck it to the fridge, the beginning of my own magnetism upward to heavenly things, rising above the perpetual tug-of-war, the pull of gravity, the torrential seas.  Transcending these laws lets us walk on water.  Putting the needs of others before our own desires–prayer–is the way to get there. 

© 2016, Amaya Engleking

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Oakland by West Grand

In the bite-size park across from the bus station a crowd gathered around some guys giving out food. The crowd started misbehaving so the guys distributing charity yelled at them to get in line and chastised with straight up “No’s!” Drug addicts and old Asians comprised the ‘far side of charity,’ and of course the pigeons. One guy called me over and insisted I take food, and when I grabbed a banana he commanded that I take two.

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Reproaching the Inner 20-Year-Old

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I’m attracted to older people because they are wiser. After actually living life for a long while, they know you can’t get by with just the politics of the brain. Selecting their leader doesn’t look like an anxious year of following polls that implodes on itself one early November evening. They know louder doesn’t mean more intelligent so Read More

Cock

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Art: Rochelle McBride

As I sit here brooding atop the fence,

Cock-eyed in the most literal sense,

I relieve myself on and of your labors,

And tomorrow, on and of your neighbor’s.

 

© 2016, Amaya Engleking

2012

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Art: “Masterpierces” by Karen Shaw

The year I worked for an acupuncture clinic

Doctor would say healing ain’t no picnic;

But the practice was nothing I could ascribe to

Subtle sorcery against the only thing I knew.

Shut eyes in hotel but woke up in jail

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Suckling Stars

Milk glows off our starlit horizon

Nourishing our suckling stars

The babes drink our light with their eyes on

The veil of sweet night, hiding ours.

For the twelve-hour layover I played some notes between stints of dreamless sleep. One Korean businessman came over for a few tunes and enjoyed clapping or snapping. I too, for I’ve been needing drums or a metronome. “Gam.sa.mi.da.” Read More

Raising Spiritual Children

Our children’s memories of heaven are still so acute and so much part of who they are, we need to remember that they are already so close—much closer than we are—to God.  It is natural for them to be kind to other beings. When we look into their eyes, we should see this kingdom come and nurture it, so they don’t lose it like so many on this earthly journey do, letting a competitive spirit take over. When our daughter was in the womb, before we even knew she was a she, we asked her about her life being cradled by angels and saints, getting kissed by Mary and Jesus. And our awe with her perspective hasn’t ceased. Read More