Overview.
Intelligence
– check.
Technology
– check.
Fulfillment
– check?
Peace
– no check.
And
the earth moans and groans under the ever increasing weight of sin in the
world.
Earthquakes,
famines, and wars.
Sickness,
depravity, evil everywhere around us.
It
is overwhelming the senses and crushing to the spirits of everyone.
The
next generation is not simply apathetic, it’s resigned to the ungodly
unwholesome and unhappy circumstances around them.
How
long oh Lord?
How
long will You tarry?
Your
face is dim to me.
No
one is here with me but You.
I
know You are here, but I do not feel Your presence.
I
seem to be alone, though the fact is that I’m not.
Loneliness
tries to overwhelm me.
There
is a void, but it is not You that is missing.
I
do not know what it is.
Perhaps
my sin has found me out.
Perhaps
I am not good enough therefore I am left in the corner alone.
I
must be quiet and hide.
I
must be good.
But
I know that I cannot.
And
my mind hurtles down the pathway of thought to an end result of never, never
being wanted.
The
question then comes to me wondering why I should try.
I
cannot do what I know to do.
I
have not the ability.
I
have desire. I so long to be who You
made me to be, and live, love as You have asked me to.
Intermittently
mingled with overwhelming anguish anger and angst over the obvious shortcoming
that is me.
And
the earth quakes and trembles – shuddering with the resentment of this heavy
burden.
I
have not been good enough.
We
have not been good enough.
And
it seems the end is near.
But
not yet.
Our
Father hates death.
I
just know it.
I
saw a dead chicken on the way to work today.
It
did not move me.
I
am not fond of chickens.
But
the puppies
And
the deer
And
the opossums
And
whatever else it is that lies breathless on the side of the road all askew and
broken, bloated with the gasses of microscopic scavengers.
Death
Causes
me such pain.
The
puppies
Made
to love
Made
to protect
Unselfish
and so like God in how they treat us..
it is such a loss.
It
torments my soul
God
hates death
It
was not part of the plan
We
are the reason for it
And
we’ve become immune to the horror
I
do not like chickens but I grieve for the death of them
Death
is ugly
It
has become passé
More attacks on Israel
More unrest in the middle east
People exploding willy-nilly in a
bus station shrapnel spewing into the masses
Hate and anger over what?
Crowds of demonstrating angry
mobs giving way to riots and the inevitable murder of the ‘innocents’ to
squelch the uprising.
Freedom sounds like pain to me
Dictator monarchs and despots
being overthrown in favor of a tyrant in disguise the terrorists take control
My heart sickens
Our economy is in the toilet
Our government is taking away our
freedoms little by little in a not-so-disguised move towards socialism
Marriage is being redefined
Parenting according to Your law
is being obliterated
Children are killed before their
birth by the millions
But the children who make it are
idolized pampered and put in charge
And the plugs are pulled on the
weak, helpless, and crippled
While women and girls are ravaged
for a coin
Yes and boys as well, no
discrimination there I’m afraid
What was evil has become the norm
And what was good has become
wrong
All is approved but the right to
live rightly
And even thoughts are being
lobbied against, making laws to punish the narrow minded intolerant views that
would squash the freedom of others to sin
We cannot legislate morality they
say..
The law is meant for freedoms
No one noticed that
jack-the-ripper is in charge.
There are no absolutes except the
point that – no there is no point.
And we march on with our
blackberries and ipods plugged into our ears, faces gazing into monitors in our
hands looking for the latest AP’s to entertain and divert us from reality.
Headlong into oblivion we dance
gleefully bathing in our self absorbed self indulgent drive for satiation of
our senses.
Driving at the speed of light
towards an unknown future, full of promise for an assumed better life. Bahhh!
We’ve hocked our today for a
tomorrow dream fantasy that will never come, because we’ve not planted worth in
the now.
Dissecting molecules and atoms
making bombs and radiation to poison what is left of our garbage laden
planet.
Patting ourselves on the back for
yet another quantum breakthrough of knowledge, which in the end, is nothing
multiplied to the 100th squared by the black hole of infinity.
Occupying all our mental capacity
with knowledge of unseen unfelt uncertain doldrums of inside-out wisdom,
haughty spectacles displaying our foolish nonsense.
No grander delusion.
And I’ll have more chocolate cake
with ice-cream and topping smothered in hot fudge dripping over edges piled
high.
All the while lusting and
gratifying and lusting again seeking more and more; never satisfied, never
fulfilled, never complete.
Orgasm search ensues. But is it found? And even so it is unsatisfying.
I think perhaps the hell we’ve
made here is our reward. Speculation.
Depravity
Excess
Sadness
I’m going for a nap.
I cannot look any more.
Play the music that speaks to my
soul, the only escape from this world, from myself.
I understand suicide.
We’re all doing it in
slow-motion.
There is nothing left but You.
Father
How long?
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