I have these vipers I held on to forever, but the venom is losing its potency, and I think I might have already left them behind (though, I know I’ll meet some again with a greater bite, so I’ll just pray to be immune.). I’ve got the glow of electronic screens that are unable to sedate me because living vicariously is losing its appeal. I believe this hollow morality; this narrow road of abstaining-without-a-cause is leading us off of a cliff, because its making us believe that we are worthy based on what we don’t do.
Yes, so the Bible is here to keep us safe, so we don’t have to think just repeat the words that make sense are easy to follow, tag on some cliché answers and right-wing rhetoric and you have a formula for a well lived and safe life. Don’t think, and don’t do, just wait and G-d will guide you. But how can He if we remember what its like to move? That rhetoric we’ve learned isn’t fit for the world you deny you live in, and it doesn't even fit the Bible we believe in. We give up, think we’re going to go early, and just watch it all burn. I’ve got this itch and I do believe its Spirit led, but I could always cover my ears, and play it safe.
You see, I am human completely, and hardly anything revolutionary. My job is eight hours of repetitious work by the hands of mine that are replaceable. My other time is hardly spent maintaining The Agenda (and that causes me to be reminded to put “time management” on The Agenda), or doing anything productive, though I was always my harshest critic. Vague concepts of a better way are a haze in my mind, and their application or a dream not yet dreamt. I, a bachelor, wonder if it’s a lonely heart or lonely lips (lips, be careful of the bite of vipers). And when I sing to You I can never get the words “I’m sorry” out of my head, and it’s always I’m sorry for what I’m not, and what I haven’t done. I could never earn Your love, and I can never get it all right. I don’t know if I take solace in that. I guess that is why its grace that gives us wings. Because we’re all going off a cliff, but its grace that gives us wings.
