WHAT IT’S ABOUT
It’s about being lost.
Really, really lost.
Squandering half the family fortune
and eating pig food and crawling home
without even a name to call your own.
And it’s about saving and working hard
and being responsible
and no one notices or cares.
It’s about getting paid the same.
It’s about being meek and poor
and hungry and sad.
It’s about being left for dead
then rescued by someone
you’d cross the street
or maybe the ocean
to avoid.
It’s about a wedding reception
with all the wrong sorts of people
but you’re there, too.
What’s that about?
It certainly isn’t about the rules.
It isn’t about going to church
and potlucks and biblestudies
and committee meetings.
It isn’t about being good
so you’ll go to heaven when
you die. It’s not
about saving
your little
soul.
It’s about letting everything go—
every flying buttress and rose window,
every pipe organ and bible
and prayer book and linen cloth
and silver cup—
every attitude,
every certainty,
everything you think you know—
in order to buy
one pearl.
It’s about bread and salt.
It’s about a lighted lamp.
M, I love reading these. I love this. I like that I know where this could from, from within myself. And I didn’t write it but feel every word.
Wow. Would be interested to know what lead you to write this. Probably years of living on the planet, eh?