Xians

How many slings
Must we suffer?

How many arrows
Must we be pierced?

Anon!

And let us where we lie.

I Spent the Night Alone

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.