★ Time Spent Looking in the Mirror ★
I stare at my reflection
At rest, yet never still
And I realize
Gods don’t need worship
My eyes fixed to my brown skin
What is a worthy life
What is a life at all
There’s an element to living that implies creation, origin;
Life begins in mothers
Soft bodies with unrelenting power
But if birth is so essential, then why does it hurt?
Why does it tear apart from the inside out
Extinguishing the fire of youth in one
and igniting it within another
Yet so natural
Perhaps we were built to be broken
Humanity that moves nothing, exists so finitely, and knows so little
Still feels so on top of the world
There’s a difference between being completely blind and covering your eyes. Put your hands over your face. With your eyes covered, you can sense that your abilities have been compromised. You know something is missing. Now, try to see out of your elbow. You can’t. You do not have the ability. That’s what it means to be truly blind.
If there is a God, there’s no fathoming how blind we are to the power of that entity.
We are but anthropomorphic dust sculptures with boundless self-importance, too confined to realize everything we know about God says more about us
Humans fiercely hunger for recognition, appreciation, affirmation, and glorification.
The human body wants to feel seen
The human heart wants to feel important.
These are living desires
These come with what it means to “be”
And what a beautiful thing it is to “be”
But if God is real then God must not “be”
To “be” is to exist within a space
God is a unit beyond dimension
We put the entity within our reach because it comforts us.
We call God “he”
The most widespread theology depicts the essence as a male of European descent
The funny thing is
We didn't make God a white man
We made the white man God
And then we made God our hero
Ignorantly and selfishly
we defined this entity’s worth based on our needs
A hero is a demanded sacrifice. A hero is not a leader, but a servant.
A hero’s only recompense is being called “a hero.”
And we think, by worshipping this version of ‘God,’ this reflection of humanity seen through a golden lens, we’re satisfying the ultimate creator.
I remember words of the old hymn
"I was created
To worship You
For You are lovely
And Your ways are wonderful
I was created
I was created
To worship You"
So far beyond moving mountains. So far beyond spinning galaxies.
We accuse a boundless and dimensionless creator that carries the weight of the entire universe of needing us to fulfill an egotistical desire
There is nothing of equal value we can give to our maker
Because in building us to be broken, the creator gave us something not even contained within itself:
The ability to learn
The freedom of ignorance combined with the satisfaction of discovery is the ultimate gift.
The all-encompassing feeling of community and the ability to create and recreate, passing energy and the flame of life between souls
The power held within our bodies to heal from the inside and eventually die
So fragile, so intense, so natural