Who they call me/ us ....wrong

The death of me

By “me” July 13, 2010

Once upon a time

Someone told me I was

Chris

Christopher

Christopher Michael Elms

And they told me I was

Good or

Bad or

Smart or

Dumb

Or

Worst of all, it seemed,

Disrespectful

And damned if I’m still not

All

Of those

Things

And none of that

Has

Anything to do with

Who

I

Am

Oh, Well

Next question:

Who am I?

=

Same answer :

Who are you?

Ah, no we’re getting

Nowhere

Which is closer to

Where

We

Really want

To

Be

Where is God?

In this remarkable book:

What Difference Do It Make?: Stories of Hope and Healing

A formerly homeless 

wise man

is annoyed at people who go to 

Bible study all the time

and

never get around to a

"Bible Do"

He asks:

"Mr. Ron, all those white folks

be invitin us

to their Bible Studies.

How come

none of 'ems
invitin
us to their Bible doins?"

Then,
like Rumi,
Who sung, roughly,
that he
looked for God
in the Mosque
and couldn't find Him
looked in the synagoge
couldn't find Him
looked in the Church,
still couldn't find
Him
then he
looked in His hearrt
and there He was
All Along

This wise formerly homeless man,
named Denver
says:
"Everybody's looking for
God
everywhere on the outside.
He ain't in no
book,
He ain't in no
preacher
He ain't in nothing or no out
outside.
You got to go inside
'cause that's where
God
is --
in the
deepest place
inside you."