Though there are many who claim to know me
There are few who’ve ever seen my face
Though there are many who claim to seek me
There are few who are willing to turn or listen
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Though I am very old,
I am not concerned about being out of style
And while I am set in my ways
I cannot validate your accusations of intolerance
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Indeed, I am unyielding
But what is the value of a sword that bends at the armor of its adversary
Or a shield that succumbs to a fiery arrow
Or an anchor that lacks the strength to grab hold
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My pillars were built to protect you
But you flee them as though they were a cage
My wings were meant to shelter you
But you prefer the cover of darkness
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I come to set you free
But find you ensnared in a lie you’ve named “freedom”
Without me, you are a prisoner of your own mind
And a slave to your selfish impulses
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My banks were meant to bring you cool fresh water
But you’ve chosen to live within a swamp
You’re waist deep in your own filth
And sick from drinking of the mud
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It is my heart to help you
But I cannot waiver to your will
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I am not compelled by your eloquent arguments
Nor manipulated by your tears
I am not impressed by your tantrums
Nor am I swayed by the latest opinion poll
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I am not damaged by your slander of my character
Nor offended when you “dislike” my status
I am not lonely when you “un-friend” me
Nor intimidated when you picket outside my door
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You can choose to ignore me
But I will not go away
You can choose to disagree with me
But it only makes you wrong
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“I Am” the “Truth”
I was in the beginning
I will be in the end
And I will not be moved
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Naturally
Posted in Commentaries, Free Verse / Poetry, Social / Political, tagged cries for justice, esteem for the law, formidable cynicism, fragile hope, insecurities, our opinions, record our offense, unwilling to yield, vanity on March 26, 2013| 3 Comments »
How readily we bemoan our condition
Yet how lethargic we are in changing direction
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How ardent our cries for justice
Yet how timid our esteem for the law
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How tightly we hold to our opinions
Yet how weakly we grasp the truth
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How easily we resent those who expect something from us
Yet how relentless are the demands we make of others
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How eager we are to speak
Yet how loath we are to listen
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How brash we are in our vanity
Yet how crippled we are by our insecurities
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How carelessly we forget our blessings
Yet how meticulously we record our offense
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How fervent we get about things we cannot change
Yet how languid we can be about the things that are ours to do
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How reluctant we are to accept a God who would hold us accountable
Yet how easy we blame Him for the problems of the world
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How quick we are to expect grace
Yet how grudgingly we dispense mercy
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How voraciously we feed our appetites
Yet how famished we find our souls
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How formidable our cynicism
Yet how fragile our hope
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So in need of redemption
Yet so unwilling to yield
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