The Blessed. The Set Apart. Somehow they never seem to crave
They never seem to desire arms wrapped around waists
They never envy the talents that drip effortlessly from those who have perfection
as an intrinsic part of their genetic information.
And yet, they try to tell you they’re human – just as you are too.
Yet when you look down at your hands, stained in jealousy
the lines of your stomach, rolling with slothly, inertia and flaccidity
when you see your mouth twisted in spite
You groan in pain, looking afar at the Blessed and wonder
why have I done this again? Why can I not be steadfast in my ways –
and therein lies the problem
It isn’t about you, me, we
the great I AM
and all his righteous ways.
Psalm 119 vs 5 – Oh that my ways were steadfast in obeying your decrees!