sorry just ain’t feeling that good today my bunions are giving me fits not to mention the shooting last night lord the police were out in mass and descended on those children having a street party right outside the church doors fact is it was a church party the pastor’s son thought it would be a great way to attract community youths but it attracted more than youths it was a magnet for the police before you knew it the pastor’s son lie in a pool of blood ain’t that something like that story of isaac and abraham ‘cept with a sad ending and no god intervention
what happens to us when our life’s purpose is lost do we continue to hold fast to old beliefs there’s a reason things happen or are there questions first time questions about fate the fairness of life why the innocent suffer is there truly god’s mercy none are answerable nor would the answers change life just one’s perspective and future expectations where the purpose of life’s lost
the old priest was told by warriors that if he moved spears would piece his heart the same if he did not move he smiled and said not a word knowing that’s life’s offerings
as usual
he
was late
for
his ascension
that
had been
scheduled
for four
but
because
of
a very
profitable
business deal
he
was late
expressing
his sincere
apologies
to
the attending
angel
who
told him
in
a somewhat
cheerful voice
to
step onto
the escalator
preoccupied
with pride
he
failed
to notice
its
downward
direction
these things do sometimes happen and have been prescribed as an act of god you know that old god willing stuff like god gives a damn about what happens on earth given duties of the universe new stars births and such a more appropriate criminal is perhaps humankind those arbitrary atoms bombarding one another unable to control even minor reactions with one another but let’s set guilt aside and consider the ingestion of poison poison clearly labelled yet taken without reservation so who should bear the burden of blame those concocting notorious chemical compounds of death or those refusing to read the labels which is just another case of ignoring the handwriting on the wall perhaps we’ll need another burning bush to validate the obvious
there’s an unevenness to life causing our unsteady gait as we travel through our lifetime oh we can map out the smallest details but nothing ever goes as planned the terrain changes around us as if manipulated by some unseen force or perhaps random quakes from the earth beneath us the cause really doesn’t matter just how one regains their footing
like a child staring out the back window of their parent’s car we pine for what was as if it were really as wonderful as we imagine we forget the arguments and incidences that ended with our early depature declaring that we’ll never return to this god forsaken place or talk to this persona of satan ever again yet when we are isolated from reality we embellish the few morsels of joy we had creating a fictionalized historical event probably as truthful as most history where the good guys always win and the damsel in distress is a kung fu master seems we’re always looking for the rationale for events how do they fit into the plan and purpose of life well this might surprise you but there is no real purpose nothing’s been ordained your empty minutes and hours are controlled by no god or saint it’s you staring out the back window instead of looking at where you’re driving to
Read Between the Minds 