Week 5 of my collaboration with Ruth brings with it an interesting topic…courage. This word instills many emotions in me, and many notions and ideas I like to think over and over and over about. It is a word that is all encompassing of the life I want to try and live, yet at the same time so particular it can be the only way to describe instantaneous moments.
So I decided to let a poem jumble out of my soul and represent my thoughts on this word for today, although I think I still have enough juice in me to elaborate some finer points in my head in a post later on…we shall see.
As always, please take a moment to read Ruth’s thoughts here! Every week she manages to blow my posts out of the water, and her words often times fill in the gaps between mine, and many times form new structures I skip altogether.
Without further ado:
A God who chooses us
Will not choose to act
Until we choose him
What are we scared of?
A friend who chooses to love
Will fight as hard
As we fight for ourselves
Why do we refuse helpful words?
Our passions will gather
As much dust as our inability
To act can muster
Why do we wallow in ideas never made incarnate?
And the mothers of our lovers
Will sit alone and wonder
Where their babies have flown
Should our secrets be shown?
And that’s what it all comes down to
Hidden deep below a veil of small talk and smiles
When will we wake up?
We are scared of our true selves
We are scared of possessing anything
Worthy to own
And the irony of our natures
Is that we repel the only things worth our while
Intellectual acknowledgment enough
Actions left in the dust
We halfheartedly tap into convictions
This hesitant point of contact
Is the where we must begin our war
We must summon the courage to step away
And enter into a world where
The road is looked upon as a blessing
And not a curse
Shortcuts breed empty arrogance
A person alone must be enough
No need for accomplishments
Only authenticity and love
And still we do not get it
Courage is the little things
That come up each and every day
We focus on life’s big picture
And forget about the pixels
We are nothing if not something
And the Fount from which All springs
Is only accessed
With one key