We are sprinting at omniscience
But we cannot fathom the cost To our sanity, to our humanity, When we neglect rest for our thoughts. Too much too quickly and the overwhelming Overwhelms until we are numb to the news Of another tragedy, triumph, or mundane Moment. Numb. We’ve seen it all before. Still we are sprinting, dogged in our lack Of restraint. We are hysterical and bleeding Out, yes that is a blood trail behind us, Dried dark blood mixed with the bright new. At war with ourselves and this mad pacing, Crashing through the barriers and thickets Which were never on the true path to begin With, but we will have it our own bloody ways. Dearly beloved, when we cannot agree how To move forward, we side-step and we trip And we blame every single one but our own Person. Shame will not untether us from this. Shame will have us drip dripping in dross, Hearts too oily to get a grip on ourselves And appreciate the things that are good, For shame seeks to disenfranchise gratitude. And there is much to recover, to restore. If we would just pause to consider the weight Of our daily decisions and words and thoughts, We may be slower to run towards false gods. For we are makers in the image of the grand Creator, but our grasp has limits and our soul Will bear the consequences of this ragged Racing, this untrained, haughty motion. Contemplation is not tantamount To complacency. Our empathy will not be Productive without training and discipline And a therapeutic sense of humor. Hold. Gather your breath and your dear thoughts And hold them in place for a moment there. Just there. Consider their substance. Listen. Wait. There is grace for the moment, now go. Comments are closed.
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