What We Really Want

I am writing this because I want to

Sometimes things can be that simple

But frequent occasions would seem to say

it is simply not this way

Oh to bring death to these cognitive holiday's

plaguing a person through the mind

making one not so kind

making you much less dumb

though still consulting ones own thumb...

...To whom you say

"You are my best friend"

"I will overlook all of your faults"

"We will keep them in vaults"

"And drive fancy Renaults"

"And know absolutely nobody for who they really are including YOU...Precious little thumb of mine."

For I am the focus of my life

I seek to please me more than any man woman or child

See that my love for all else is laughably mild

If i could I would marry myself

Rejecting any discomfort that might haphazardly cross my path

Avoiding some wise fools costly wrath

Because I believe the lie that I am enough for me

Sometimes the only medicine for our ego is time and tragedy

Neither of which is cheap

Sooner or later we will meet the end of ourselves

Whether behind young tears or aged old on hospital sheets

In ourselves we have no way out

But there is a way

And the way is a person

The way is a name

The way is a living

Free from all shame

The way is a family

A divine community

A domain where the difference between self and spirit

Is as clear as the waters you are washed in

It is life

It is love

It is true transcending happiness that only comes from struggling against your own control

Control that only brings you to your knees in despair

I used to hate when one's would say
"let go and let God" as I thought it so numbingly cliche

But at the end of myself I can see it is the only working way

...there is grace for my arrogance

I won't be condemned a crimial for hiding these riches

neither will I waste this deposit bought by wound laden stitches

So I follow Jesus.