9/25/2024

This blog has moved.

 



The new blog, 'Book Of Jobe"* is here:




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1. The old one will remain but won't be added to anymore.

2. *named after an older blog*

3. Will post twice a week, free subscribers will get one, paid subscribers will get at least two, sometimes more.

4. It's online, but I'm still figuring out some of the set up, so for awhile it's all free.

All Good Things,
James Lee Jobe

I raise my face to the sunlight



it is late and I am praying 

for all of the things that I want to happen 

I want the earth to grow kindness like trees 

like fruit 

I want children to breathe easily 

and I want the hands of the devils 

to fall away from their tiny throats 

I want the rain to wash away the blood 

from the hands of the killers 

I want every stomach to be full 

and all people to be protected 

by a roof and walls 

I want peace to cover 

the temple of our collective soul 

like a shawl covers the head 

of a grandmother at mass 

I want my arms to grow long enough 

to embrace the suffering of this world 

I want to ease the pain 

that rules so many haunted lives 

and I pray for peace 

hear my prayer 

please 

hear my prayer 

__________


white american billionaires want to build a new disneyland in afghanistan

the rides will be run by the bodies of the war dead


white american billionaires want to open a thousand starbucks in iraq

the bodies of the war dead will be the baristas    brewing coffee


white american billionaires want to resurrect sears roebuck 

the ringling brothers circus and the draft    they have the cash to do it


and your right to vote    your right to choose to not be pregnant 

your right to an education    the white american billionaires don’t care


it’s up to you and me to care

__________


Silence, like a frail child lacking love, needs to be nurtured. A young oak tree, chest high, whispers a thank you to the soil, to the sun and the water. The air is moving, but far too softly to make a sound. I raise my face to the sunlight, thinking, “I have love in my life. I offer my thanks.” Something moves in the old leaf pile, swift and sudden, but I cannot see what it is.

james lee jobe


Thanks for reading this!



9/24/2024

remember to be grateful


You human animal, forgive yourself. 


You sinned, but so what? Who hasn't? 

So much blood has been spilled on the earth 

That it is amazing there is any dry land at all. 

There is enough guilt for everyone to share. 

But let's not hold on that. 

Kneel, human animal. 

Ask yourself for mercy. 

And one thing more, having asked, grant it.




To become a flowering magnolia tree, or spring, or the yawn of an old dog. 


Snow. That melts from the heat of your hand. 

So clean. 

Words written in Sanskrit or Welsh or Farsi. Like magic. 

Like the sun. 

To climb up, out of the chaos. Above it. 

Finally into the quiet. 

To be a perfect stand of elms. Alive in the limbs 

And in the branches. 

The sound of the song that moves you. 

Its movement and passion. 

To become a flowering magnolia tree, or spring, or the yawn 

Of an old dog. 

Rain. Cleansing the earth. Feeding 

The earth. 

The dream. The moment it is understood 

At last. 

Your very life. Your very 

Soul. 

This is tomorrow. It's here. 

Now.




That I might always remember to be grateful, and to show my gratitude. That I might always remember to seek out the good when bad things happen, and to be grateful for those things. That I might always remember to seek out the good that I can do myself.



Thanks for reading this blog post.

All Good Things, 

james lee jobe