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Baptism

I sat in church the other day, a rare event for me, for my grown daughter's baptism into the Baptist church.I was there to support her spiritual journey, and I do, but as the question was asked, "Do you accept Jesus as your Lord and Saviour?" the answer welling from the depths of my soul was "No" and again "No", without hesitation, without thought, without sorrow or remorse. But that does not mean I fail to understand or love that which we call "God", just that I do not worship what requires communion.

I will accept Jesus as my brother, but not my Lord, as my comrade, but not my Saviour. I will not bow down and worship him as some petty oriental tyrant on his throne in the sky. For we are all God, all of us, and our brothers and sisters, the trees, the animals, the rocks and mountains and stars. And God is not male, or female, or spirit or matter or thought or emotion, but all of these things. God is the great communal dance, the one-ness of spirit that comes when we all dance together. When we reach out in our lonely isolation, it is the billion hands, the billion hearts, the billion stars that reach back, and are the hand of God.

My church is the wild forest, it's ceiling is the carpet of stars in the heavens. I have been baptised in the icy river Metolius, and again in the fire of the Dragon. I hear the whisper of eternity in the sighing of the wind, and see the glory of heaven in the eyes of the people.


                       The New Forest
                       
The only way out is up
Let go of your boundaries
Welcome the fuzzy edges
Welcome the stars in her eyes

Shine in your time
Shine in the blue sky of your daydreams
It will happen again

The dragon's wings unfurled
Let it go
You are more than you seem
and less than nothing
until you give it away

The world will live
The world will die
The world will change 
again

This strange time will pass
and the night creatures
and the day creatures
and the creatures of the mist
will rise again in new forms
will rise again in Gaia's eyes
Cities will rise and then fall
And we will once again worship in the dark groves
and light the fire of life and mind
and give our hearts to the goddess

The new heavens and the new earth
and still the brown man
and the green woman
will take their place
in the sacred circle underneath the stars

Welcome mouse brother
Welcome tree sister
Welcome child of 6 legs and wings
be one
be many
be altogether
in the eye of the goddess

Children of Voltaire
Children of Rousseau
dance together in the circle of dawn
The city will be born again
The wilderness will never die

A tree falls in the forest
A new spirit is born to the child of man
The forest children will arise
and the roots of man 
will knit together in the new forest
The new children

The children of the stars will fly to the stars
and only we will remain
In dark forests
In bright stone
In Gaia's green embrace

i have given my heart to the future I will never see
and the past I will never see again
As I descend into the dark tunnel
Only my belief in the light at the end
Shall sustain me
Selah


                                               Michael Westwind
                                               summer, 2001




 
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