Tire of Speaking Sweetly

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly,
And wants to rip to shreds all of our erroneous notions of truth
that make you fight within yourself
Causing the world to weep on too many fine days.

God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice his dropkick
The Beloved sometimes needs
To do us a great favor,
Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out

For awhile I didn't know, didn't really care, wasn't impressed but got distracted. Then for a long time I wondered and believed the good feelings were enough. I thought of all the situations and how I would react knowing that none of the plans would actually play out how I prepared for. As my suspicions grew, my perspective cleared. Though I knew what I really wanted, the actual act of accepting the other reality did settle softly.

It's a silent battle that we march in, God places a little chant here and there to keep us going. Sometimes we see the blows coming and take them well, other times we set ourselves up for danger, and sometimes we just don't see it and it smacks you right down. Companionship isn't protection, but I know it can be happiness. So I brush off the dirt, record the lesson learned and say, march on. march on.

Few words to encapsulate a thousand

In life we are constantly asked "why" we do certain things in our life. This question is not limited to family and friends- strangers, peers, professors, leaders, and children all feel the simple phrase "why?" is important to ask. I wonder how many times I have the right answer. Though the desire and time spent processing an answer is not lacking in my life, the answer is not always a direct reflection. As I continue in my pursuit of knowledge, I have come to across words that almost capture the overwhelming yet fleeting feeling I have. But even this words are easily misplaced and not recorded. But I did manage to seize one,

"In serving others, we “find” ourselves in terms of acknowledging divine guidance in our lives. Furthermore, the more we serve our fellowmen in appropriate ways, the more substance there is to our souls. We become more significant individuals as we serve others. We become more substantive as we serve others—indeed, it is easier to “find” ourselves because there is so much more of us to find!"

Sometimes I wonder what is really left after the finding, but if it helps me take one more step then I will continue on.