Syncretism

 

img_1954I along with many have suffered significant loss in this highly eristic year. So, I write this afflatus poem using two of my “go to” scriptures: Matthew 5:4 New International Version (NIV) Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted and Psalm 30:5 (NIV) Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. Please be sure to click on the hyperlinked words/phrases and be well, Beloved.

Blessed are they that mourn
Lost loved ones to the Light
Black and Blue lives forlorn
> 2,000,000 voters silenced by right
Friend and Family relations worn
“Unfriending” at all new height
Refugees from their homeland torn
Tolerance treated as blight
Pipeline worries during Thanksgiving shorn
Biggest addictions are pride and fright
Social justice sounds the horn
While glass cliffs and ceilings sit tight
Don’t worry about the scorn
Though weeping may endure for a night
Joy comes in the morn
We shall be comforted keeping Him in sight

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Intolerance of uncertainty or IU infiltrates every corner of my mind. Guised as a salubrious spirit, it reminds me of what ifs.

What if there isn’t enough time to get it all done?

What if it ends up hurting my family?

What if this is just another failure?

What if it’s actually successful?

What if he forgets again?

What if she lied to me?

What if I get sick?

What if

What if

What if

I accept the unknown and its constant state

What if

I accept that you will fail me and I will fail you

What if

I choose to focus on my values and not my unknowns

What if

I placed others before I

What if

U joined me

What if

Oui replaced I U