Materials,
Materials that keep our mind busy
with over-flowing closests and storage
going out-of-style and rotting piles
polluting our bodies, unclean
drawing us closer to the mall
and further away from reality.
Reality,
Reality TV
reality obscene
reality to a world of beings
that show off and show on
Show me the path
watch out for my luggage, the load, the baggage
stowed
only to be shipped off
to Good Will.
Good will,
a good work and a good way
to a good God.
Why Do I Forget
4 years ago
2 comments:
I wanted to edit the comment so I deleted the first one. :)
Thanks for writing this poem. I love the part that says "watch out for my luggage, the load, the baggage".
I just commented back to you on my blog (Thank you for all the comments! I love them...now you have to go back to see how I responded to a couple of them!) One of the things I said was about giving one of my issues to God. It's a wonderful analogy in the poem - the idea of our stowing away the mess and the issues in our lives, as though He doesn't see and doesn't know already, and love us still. And you are so right that we take noise and stuff and we use them to fill our lives, or at least numb reality temporarily.
Reading that was a great way to end my Friday evening. :)
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