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.