I woke before dawn to check my children’s breathing,
My heart racing for near to no reason,
Dreaming the foolish dreams,
Fearing they will become some remarkably improbable déjà vu.
So clear that we need guidance,
So clear there is malevolence when fear finds us in our somnolence,
So I am having coffee,
And I am praying with My God in the only way I know how,
The only way he has shown me,
And though it burns every time,
And I am a creature of the ilk of this world,
Who when touched by grace recoil as if vampyric and touched by sun,
It is all that will get me through this.
You who claim your days are different,
Perhaps they are,
God made men for different purposes,
Perhaps you will not climb Mt. Sinai,
Perhaps your eyes weren’t meant for the true illumination,
Fools were made for laughter,
But the greatest truth is this,
Fools were made,
And by a God with a purpose in mind,
It is no humorless being who makes his prophets and wise men name their children laughter,
Or who without a giggle in his breath at the audacity of it all,
Calls himself the God who hears.
These are strange times,
Where men only go to canyons to hear the echoes of their own voices,
And moss grows on paths men no longer take the time to cross and re-cross with their feet,
And few if any will see a sunrise unless they are on their way to work, Rendering and Rendering unto this new Caesar , this Hydra ,this multifaceted beast which hides under the Garb of all of our bigotry and purposeless and beautiful wonder and manipulates all of our good traits,
Turning all of our love to stone before it can even flower from its infancy.
I am not here to be agreed with or to fall on my knees before the idols of men,
I am not here to worship and keep candles burning at the icon of myself via social media,
I am here to grant compassion to my fellow man,
A thankless job seemingly,
Until one begins the Job,
And once you do,
You start to question your very system of values, The one that allowed you to hide behind apathy for fear you would not be thanked for doing what was right in the damn first place.
My God may not be real to you, but Ill show you how indomitable
My love, which is not mine alone, breathes and forces all sadness into slavery.