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Taking off my boots,
I walked barefoot:
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I am pleased to offer to you the following three books, which are published only on this website. You may read any or all of them here on these pages.
The first is my most recent book, The Only Christian Century. It was published in 2020. It is a call to see the truth of how Christianity ceased to follow the teachings of Jesus and pursued less noble goals. It explains why the Christian churches of our time are so different in spirit and in practice from the community of followers that Jesus established before his death.
The second book is an ongoing collection of essays on aspects of the spiritual life, in the context of our own times. It is intended for readers of all religions or of no religion. It is entitled Truth to Power.
The third book is an older book, from 2013, written when I was a practicing Christian. It is an analysis and commentary on Psalm 95. It aims to bring the reader to understand his or her relation to Divinity. It is entitled Let Us Approach Him.
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Each of us grows in spirit in a unique way. The course of development for each person is different. For, our intimately personal spiritual lives and the experiences which we have when we are paying attention to our deepest hearts are unique to each of us. This uniqueness, however, does not prevent us from speaking with each other--with others like ourselves who are also seeking the fullness of life.
The purpose of this website is to offer a place where we and other seekers after the fullness of life can reflect in language about those "noticings" which we all make of the reality of things--those experiences which we recognize to be somehow meaningful, somehow opening toward the depth of things.
So, the conversation is open to all who wish to participate in it. Of necessity, I will take a leading role, writing posts and articles now and then which I offer as stimuli of our conversations on those topics. But I am no master of anything, and you and everyone else who cares to participate seriously are also invited to write articles for publication here, or to write responses and comments on what others have previously written.
My only request is that what you write be peaceful, true to your understanding of your spiritual life, and respectful of others and of their truth. A person can disagree with someone else's opinion without being disagreeable.
WHY WE WILL DIE
By Matthew Skulicz. A discussion of human predation as the cause of the collapse and soon-to-be-realized death of our civilization.
PLUS extensive comments
by Ted Kozlowski.
WHEN IT HAPPENS
By Matthew Skulicz. A discussion of dying and death, and of our ways of dealing with these.
PLUS an extensive comment
by Ted Kozlowski.
I am Matthew, and I am glad that you are visiting us on this site. I hope that you find something of value to you here as you continue to grow in spirit.
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Let America Be America Again
Langston Hughes - 1902-1967
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine—the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!
From The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes, published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Copyright © 1994 the Estate of Langston Hughes.
Available now are THREE BOOKS, offered at no cost, elsewhere on this page .
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