The unkindness and insensitivities
The fear and the snark
Get to be too much
And my brain tries to cover its ears
But cannot.
I picture a knife
Exquisitely sharp
Sliding up my leg
Paring flesh from bone
Carefully and cleanly
Until my unencumbered skeleton
Steps free
And steps out of myself
Out of my van
Out of the store
Out of town
And walks easily, invisibly away
In the silent sunshine.
-JL, Feb 2024
There's something in me that longs to be rid of us, longs to walk away from the tangle of ugliness and unnecessary hurtfulness in myself and all of humanity.
I felt this feeling and wrote this poem today.
And then tonight I read John 1:14, and was just smitten by the way Jesus did the opposite:
The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us.
We are not too much for Him. We do not overwhelm Him. He put on flesh and walked toward us - into the cacophony and storm.
He must be crazy about us.
