Brexit is so difficult

The European Commission is the handmaid of materialism. But do we oppose through Democracy, or  Love?

A conversation between NOah and YESus.

Democracy. By Capitalism. Bought.

Democracy. By Capitalism. Bought

Was Noah awake on the arch of the deep?

To resist Eurocracy’s creep.

Is there yet sanctuary, rest and peace

Where freedom’s un-mortgaged to money’s short lease?

For Noah he lived with the lamb and the eagle

The weevil, seagull and beagle

Animals farming island’s ark

A beacon afloat o’er the realm of the shark

Oh Noah he nourished the tiger and lamb

The thistle, the dragon and ram

All creatures flowing and glowing

Plurality’s freedom richly bestowing

But Noah was courted enticed and cajoled

And we? Thwarted, tax’d and then sold

For Roman potage, now we are told

To kneel to new masters who’ll have us in hold.

So now we are Yessah, with bags full-filled thrice

But Liberty’s death is the price

Of Council, Commission and Court.

Democracy. By Capitalism. Bought.

The greatest of these is Love

Oh, Noah, my love, you’ve mistaken my name
I’m Yesus, poor friend of the lame
We live in the age of the Ark
A rainbow of peoples embracing the dark
Not you or I but God (Yes, us) creates life
Touchstone comfort dissolving strife
Michelangelo’s drawn nexus
Europe’s leitmotif. Ich-Du, (Ja Wir). Yesus
A rotten-wrack of empire driven by gain
Aye, but think on Me, and remain
Forgive their wrong for living’s short
Redemptive love, by Christianity sought

Begotten, thus made

Being of one substance

Begotten, thus made

Inductive proof of God, being the source and primary purpose

Being of one substance with our Mothers and Fathers enchained

Having enchanted the forests of our pasts

Mitochondrial and nuclear coding plasma grown

Recombination of lifes and lives

Fur and faeces cleansed and budded all anew

See we go into the dark and see we return

What is the sense of a droplet which

Returning by falling

Disperses and dissolves into that which always was

An ocean of admixed droplets

As droplets a life in the eternal now

My Brother, whose heart be heaven

Hallowed be thy pain

Which Thou hast prepared before the face of all people

To be the light to lighten the gentleness

Which else skulks within, unbidden and untouching

And see we flow into the light and recombined we return

My discovered Heavenly brothers we wrap our possibilities up

And blanket them embodied and shaped in material

(Immaterial of itself)

In which we ride and steer and are the piston, brake and all

This multitude contained in “I”

And it is this (alone) that goes into the dark. Leaving imprint on the

Weft and warp, the beach that ever stretches further

“I” slow and dread the coming of the night

But it is the autocracy of thine “I” that hast enchained us,

We, the inside anatomics of your febrile often panicked existence

For you have been our canvass on which we sketch, and the picture remains

After

When we take our leave and dispersing by dissolving

The edges of loneliness and hugging close in our

Jostling warmth of Heaven readopt

The essence of our potential until the call again

back into the dark to become

The impulse behind and within

Another outcome shaped as ego.

Britain leads the world

But our PR is dreadful. That’s what we have to fix.

The U.K. is a leader to be proud of in many areas. Take two for instance.. climate change and overseas aid.

We meet our climate change commitments and lead in this area. Globally we rank second only after Denmark. We’re doing much better than France and Italy. Germany has a dreadful record. I’d be prepared to bet this would astonish our Corbinista millenials.

We give generously to overseas aid – 0.7% of GDP alongside Scandinavian countries (Germany and France do not). Our generosity helps millions of refugees stay close to their countries (that’s what they want). Yet it’s Germany that is seen as being heroic here.

Odd isn’t it. Why is our publicity so bad?

Here again – within the EU we have been the second largest net funder. We’ve always obeyed all the rules. Yet we have always been castigated as “bad Europeans”. Why? Because we don’t play the corrupt politics of the Commission well – with its smoke filled rooms and underhand deals . ( Anyone who doubts this should read Adults in the Room by Varoufakis).

Again, we have a pluralistic tolerant and largely democratic society. Look elsewhere – where would you prefer to live as a persecuted minority? What’s not to be proud of…

Yes we have things to fix. How can we let the wealthy live separately from the poverty and distress of those who live rough subsist on food banks?

But for heavens sake our youth – wake up to what you have…

.. and can we please start telling the world about our qualities so that we can persuade them to tolerance, overseas aid and climate action ?