by James Padilla-DeBorst

Join us,
comrades in the struggle for
the anti-Kingdom
the non-State
the Party w/out a vanguard

the anarchic community of communities.

Masked
We grow hidden under hills and valleys
linked under the parking lots of this world.

Armed
with only our spindly roots

Tear gassed
we desperately drink of
the Creation of the original endangered species.

Burning,
with thirsts,
we spread like wild, grasses.

Be grass

slowly, yet inevitably
pulling down walls
crumbling barriers
renewing barren and polluted land.

Eat dust
Drink spilt blood

Sprout and flower
unexpected and beautiful across dry plains
Feed hungry cattle,

Become bedding for the weary refugee

and in the abandoned vacant lot,

shelter with us

even the worm slithering away from the strangely hot sun.

James Padilla-DeBorst is a guy who talks funny to dogs and babies alike. He is a missionary in Costa Rica with Christian Reformed World Missions and has his fingers in so many creative ventures, that it would take a complex diagram to explain it all. We think that maybe he reads Wendell Berry too.

Brian Walsh

Brian is an activist theologian, a retired CRC campus minister, the founder of the Wine Before Breakfast community, and farms with Sylvia Keesmaat at Russet House Farm.He engages issues of theology and culture, and has written a couple of books you might want to check out. His most recent offering is cowritten with Sylvia Keesmaat and entitled Romans Disarmed: Resisting Empire, Demanding Justice.