To withstand my inner storms
To withstand my inner storms
of self-righteous indignation
(my secret place)
Yelling at someone is useless
or pointing fingers the same,
endless squabbles leading to violence
with words that cut deeply
or physical wounds from someone striking out,
blaming others without looking within,
seeing in a mirror darkly,
not understanding the endless web
of further fragmentation and isolation.
The only true bridge is not some sentiment,
or passing emotion or even deep feeling,
but love, because we are commanded to.
We love by loving,
taking root through prayer,
seeking the living water for sustenance,
allowing those who seek love
to withstand their inner storms
of self-righteous indignation
and the seeking to make the world
in their own image and likeness.
Sin is real, tragic and destructive
to all of us.
Personal sin is lived out on a cultural level
taken as normal until it becomes personal
impacting our lives.
Then ‘sin’ becomes all too concrete
weighing the soul down in the dance
of recrimination and victimhood.
Perhaps hell is the endless dance,
the Gordian knot only untied
by, yes, love,
because we are commanded to.
Our souls are dying of thirst for the living waters,
yet we continue to bury it deeply
for fear of the pain in facing this human reality.
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