Painless

Painless 2/4/2014

Don’t be surprised

When it gets worse

But only remember

Who was right all along

We can ridicule

And we can judge

But right is right

And wrong is wrong. 

You can change the rules

And change the dates

Any which way you want

But in the end

We are

How we act.

Artificially evaluated

And artificially ranked

To engineer an outcome

Someone wants to see. 

So that is how it is

And that is how it feels

The journey uphill

And against the grain. 

We survive

By the smallest of margins

All to try it over again

Tomorrow

And the day after that.

Is it any surprise

That man seeks relief?

And that many have died

Chasing oblivion.

Who can blame their craving

Once they have tasted bliss

Weightless and free of pain

Warm, numb, and euphoric.

But God wants us to grow

And have a different kind of peace

The kind that passes all understanding

Even when we suffer

And sweat through our shirt.

For some reason

God picked me up

And plucked me out

Just before the abyss

Deep dark and black.

Pray for the lost

That they may be saved

Picked up at the last second

To leave and breathe again.

Pray for the lost spirits

Flying this way and that

Afraid to leave

And ask for release.

That their suffering and anguish

Can yet be healed

Out of place

And out of time.

There are bigger things

Than what we see

And there are larger truths

That we have ignored.

It is hard to judge

What we have never lived

So we shake our head

And keep on going

Forging through the mud.

This is my life also

And I have made up my mind

Neither to beg

Or be ashamed

Of what it is

I ask.

I strain upward

Underneath a wounded bird

Held aloft by something greater

And everlasting.

Let the beasts rage

And beat on my door

Because I know how it ends

In the blink of an eye.