To: my purportedly "Christian friends"
You're not going to win me over with happiness
when what I need is eternal life,
or social visits
when what I need is a Spirit-to-spirit,
heart-to-heart
beat.
beat.
What? Have you nothing else to say?
Say say talk
talk talk to God
they say
say say,
but not to me.
Say hey?
Sometimes,
but more often than not
not
so much
omitted
forget it?
How can I?
What for war
wonder well
when I'll surely be in hell,
since we none know neither
when/how/where
we leave this dwell-
ing to be far gone.
Too far gone to make a difference.
Am I?
I think not.
Do you?
...still nothing to say?
Or may...
...be?
Fine,
be that way.
Or change.
Spare change will do,
but love makes more cents
and dollars and millions
and better, since that treasure is secure,
but how can there be security in silence
when there is yet so much to be spoken?
Take my token
piece of advice,
if it is even that.
But don't add to my vice
ad[d]vice
that serves less than
heart-mind-soul-strength
love
not full strength.
Or willingness is okay,
if that's all you have to spare
change
me
you
commitment
=love
from God's perspective,
not feelings.
Like sympathy.
Spare small sympathies,
as pathetic as they sym,
like pathology
symptomatic
of the path
to empathy
empty path
is all I see,
because love≠emotion
from God's perspective,
but commitment.
But willingness will do.
Will you?
I know.
I've not been the best.
That's the problem, I confess.
But to get better,
first step.
Not imagined, not "forget it,"
this is real.
Simple.
Why can't you see that?
Can you?
Due
duty
ditto.
Do you see the widow
and the orphan in my eyes?
Or is it a surprise?
The Good Shepherd leaves the flock
to find
the lost
sheep.
You follow the Good Shepherd, don't you?
So you say,
but you walk away,
back to the flock,
your back to me.
Do you think I don't see?
And can He not see
your clear and obvious
hypocrisy?
I see you.
Where are you?
Talking.
But not to me?
What if
you're wrong?
Hey, stop judging me,
without listening,
always needing to be right!
But I'm not.
I'll pray for you.
*silence*
Is there any more?
Say it. No more silence, please,
not any more.
© Gabriel Koulikov
when what I need is eternal life,
or social visits
when what I need is a Spirit-to-spirit,
heart-to-heart
beat.
beat.
What? Have you nothing else to say?
Say say talk
talk talk to God
they say
say say,
but not to me.
Say hey?
Sometimes,
but more often than not
not
so much
omitted
forget it?
How can I?
What for war
wonder well
when I'll surely be in hell,
since we none know neither
when/how/where
we leave this dwell-
ing to be far gone.
Too far gone to make a difference.
Am I?
I think not.
Do you?
...still nothing to say?
Or may...
...be?
Fine,
be that way.
Or change.
Spare change will do,
but love makes more cents
and dollars and millions
and better, since that treasure is secure,
but how can there be security in silence
when there is yet so much to be spoken?
Take my token
piece of advice,
if it is even that.
But don't add to my vice
ad[d]vice
that serves less than
heart-mind-soul-strength
love
not full strength.
Or willingness is okay,
if that's all you have to spare
change
me
you
commitment
=love
from God's perspective,
not feelings.
Like sympathy.
Spare small sympathies,
as pathetic as they sym,
like pathology
symptomatic
of the path
to empathy
empty path
is all I see,
because love≠emotion
from God's perspective,
but commitment.
But willingness will do.
Will you?
I know.
I've not been the best.
That's the problem, I confess.
But to get better,
first step.
Not imagined, not "forget it,"
this is real.
Simple.
Why can't you see that?
Can you?
Due
duty
ditto.
Do you see the widow
and the orphan in my eyes?
Or is it a surprise?
The Good Shepherd leaves the flock
to find
the lost
sheep.
You follow the Good Shepherd, don't you?
So you say,
but you walk away,
back to the flock,
your back to me.
Do you think I don't see?
And can He not see
your clear and obvious
hypocrisy?
I see you.
Where are you?
Talking.
But not to me?
What if
you're wrong?
Hey, stop judging me,
without listening,
always needing to be right!
But I'm not.
I'll pray for you.
*silence*
Is there any more?
Say it. No more silence, please,
not any more.
© Gabriel Koulikov