Light hearted

(thank you, Buddy wakefield for initiating thoughts)

If we were created in God’s image

Then when God was in his 20s

He started thinking

Punching holes in theories

Calling science bullshit

And questioning the existence of reality

We all have stones weighing our hearts down

Some stones have hardened with time

I buried my nose in books very often

Hoping that hiding would work

Being an ostrich prevents me from being ostracized

But fantasies aren’t always fantastic

The rich aren’t always happy

That engineers don’t always like calculations

That courage, very often looks like fear

Time machines never stop at the perfect memory

The butterfly effect still gets us

And the only reason sad moments come back and dig deeper in the wounds

Is because we give them permission

The hand dug water well in Gabon still hydrates

If the fire hydrant leak across my street wastes more water than an entire village in Mozambique needs

Does it matter than it doused a burning house…

Does it matter that you fed a hungry man

Or that I  hugged a crying soul

Or spoke your truth

Does it matter that you woke up again

And again and again

Petrified of a lonely nightmare

To face a world showing you its middle finger

Then asking why you have a bare ring finger

Then pointing its index finger to a culture…

Where consumerism is a synonym for God

If we were created in God’s image

Then when God started feeling….

He realized

That the only way out of the labyrinth was through forgiveness

Messenger pigeons always head towards home

And even if they don’t,

Their souls transcend through space

Molecules, particles made of internals of molten stars

Shine their light and transmit the message home

Cosmology never seemed so sexy

Love, never so complex

Till it wounded

To do my words then speak them

Intentional living was never easy..

Integrity, the burden one must carry

To strengthen his muscles for the journey

Don’t tell me you agree to disagree

Having an opinion, however wrong, COUNTS

It means that you gave a damn

Stuck your neck out in the crowd and yelled

“I taste joy in spring

The autumn leaves are hugging the ground

But the bare tree is not naked

It is doused in hope and dreams for another season”

If we were created in God’s image,

God finally said,

F it

I, will live

I will hug deeply

then care even more

I will sing sweet songs

Travel all night to see the sunrise

I might give up on myself today

and tomorrow

and beat myself up badly

But on the third day, I will again…rise