How many slings
Must we suffer?
How many arrows
Must we be pierced?
Anon!
And let us where we lie.
How many slings
Must we suffer?
How many arrows
Must we be pierced?
Anon!
And let us where we lie.
You ask,
What saddens me,
Pauses me,
Dismals me to despair?
Why, it’s the being alone!
Constantly,
Rhythmically,
Harmlessly,
Consistently
Alone.
Impossible
Unpredictable
I know
That we’re
Honestly Expected
To act our age.
If I should find
Myself in Caroline
Be it only mine
To invest my time
In all that is Thine.
Chastisement
Is not a welcome
Judgement
Is no grace
And if we do not welcome,
What good are we at all?
I do not seek
Nor would I wish for
Immortality
Because I realize such a state
Requires that I get along with everybody
And that’s just not my thing.
I’ve had reason to think a lot
About grace lately,
How we’re supposed to
Operate in a context of grace
Yet often,
Consistently,
Constantly,
Confidently
Really do otherwise.
Do we even realize what
We’re doing?
Would we even
Care?
Friends, I implore
You,
Find some
Grace for others in
Your life.