A Reflection on Galatians 5: 1-6
(With apologies to Robert Frost)
"Good fences make good neighbors,"
the saying goes.
Lines we humans draw to
separate us from them
and theirs from ours
Lines of color
"Good fences make good neighbors"
So we keep drawing lines:
lines marking borders between those we like
and those we'd rather just avoid
Some as new as yesterday
Some going back two thousand years or more
Jew or Greek
slave or free
male or female
circumcised or not
Lines demarking who is in
and who is out
whom to trust and
whom to fear
Because, we are assured,
"Good fences make good neighbors."
First we draw the lines
we throw up walls-
that keep us safe and keep them in their place.
But "something there is that does not like a wall"
Forces of nature conspire
to remove the divides we humans like to build and keep
Posts decay, boards rot, stones crumble
the ground remains
There underneath the detritus of collapsing walls and decaying fences
The ground in which "we live and move and have our being."