Is this life?
Are we living?
A constant whiplash between despair and joy
No more disruptions
I will not be silenced
Only a fool for the heart of THE MOST HIGH FATHER.
Surely we aren’t meant to live as rats merely racing
We bounce back and force like laundry in the wind between truth and numb stagnation
How dare we be manipulated into thinking there is anything in life more sobering than reality,
How ridiculous to think there is a high more than love and complete service to others
To the creations of a majestic magnificent miraculous creator.
We corrode ourselves with trash and evil to avoid suffering with the low,
Only to find out that once you stoop lower you look up and reach up
We see opportunities for true greatness as mundane annoyances,
And false comforts as meaning
We hold everything within us to create and to enlighten…
But we lay down and we complain as we turn grey. And fade.
Must we constantly jump up and run in moments of clarity and dedication only to awaken later to find ourselves having laid down and dissolved
Are we truly too weak to reach out
Why should we suffer individually in a world teeming with people
And cower down when we have nothing to fear but ourselves and our apathetic procrastinations
Is life merely a pattern of drowning in dark seas, only to be rescued and baked in the sun, in the light
Some of us fill ourselves with light and then as dampness fills us we watch ourselves fade
Others only want the darkness, not realizing we close our eyes and this moment is gone
This is all we have
And this is all we are
Who are you?
Must you hide in the bushes, come out into the light my friend and serve with me
Its so desperately, unbelievably, indescribably, painfully, beautiful.
Some wish for another second, to be, but we who be, waste away all that we have for absolutely nothing, and then its all gone, done.
We strive to be deaf mute dumb blind and dead to avoid the light.
But don’t you see?
Don’t you see how beautiful?
Its indescribable miraculous and incomprehensible.
How could we even grasp a molecule of its wonder and understand the magnitude
We never will
We refuse to open our eyes
And look up
And reach out
And start running
Please if anything don’t waste this, we blink and its over,
But its not-
Eternity lies ahead
Who will you be
And where will you go
Who are you and what are you and how are you and will you?
What a tragedy to stay closed and to wither
When you can fly
You can be a roaring fire to a freezing world
With your warmth
You no longer are trapped
He will free you
The echoes of chains falling every day
You can be healed you can be free more than you can see
Free yourself. Free each other. He will show you the way
Stephanie Mauvlyn Braun-Hanks