We came down from the same seed
fruit from the same tree
and now far down the road
far
far
down
We hate and kill for arbitrary items listed by people given over
fully to their darkest corner
And I’m of the same fruit of just that one
the one who kills
who hates for made up reasons
For reasons we believe deeply in, reasons we die for
and kill for
And now down this road I have come, and around this corner I have seen
this mess.
And I don’t have means for cleaning, or a mind sharp enough for ideas
my hands can’t lift this weight, my motives don’t seem to matter, my ideology is a mist in the ears of the people left behind.
Fear has made some of us rotten with the idea of trying to preserve what cannot be lost and chasing after what can never be taken.
And the ones at the bottom of it all have lost the will to compete
and then the others hate them for the way they ended up.
I know something new is beneath the surface
And I’m supposed to wait for it and hope in it’s coming,
but this confusion and fear is sometimes all I can see.
And I feel exhausted.
And I look away.
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4 comments:
the many miles between us are powerless against how close you are in my heart. my heart prays for your heart, prays for peace.
First off - sic entry and I could write a paragraph about all the great things you did to convey your message here.
Second - I'm still amazed at your obedience to God's calling to work in SA. Your confession here is a testament to our need for God's provision. So, even as you battle you are glorifying His name, which is our sole purpose in life.
This is fantastic Lisa!! One of my favorites by far! Conceptual
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