The Rest of Your Soul

I wrote this a while ago. It was for a fun exchange my friend and I had.


Meht: I really want to write poetry, but I don't know if I can.
Em: You'll never know if you don't try.
Meht: Eh, I think I'll just leave it to other people...
Em: Not acceptable! You write and poem and give it to me, and I'll write a poem and give it to you.
Meht: Promise not to show anyone mine?
Em: Of course... can't say the same about mine though.
Meht: Deal.


Long story short: Here's my poem entitled "The Rest of Your Soul"

golden streams of love

against the purple set canvas

iridescent diamonds

shining from the earth to the sky

what comes next?

the florescent lightning careens

cascading from the sky

and the incandescent shards

decorating the heavens

what comes next?

sinking into this comfort

this comfort of not knowing

and the nonsense of the night sky

made into a marvel of life

falling asleep to finally wake up

Rewind. Delete. Record.

My friend got me thinking recently, why do we give to the homeless? He linked me to an article in RELEVANT magazine. It brings up subjects like whether or not the person will use the money you give them for appropriate things, and the doubt if the person is scamming you or not.

It's got me wondering, because when I see a person who, in my mind, is going to use the money I give them for anything negative, I don't give. End of story. No exceptions. But, is that how I should be? How do I know what they will use it for? God didn't call us to discriminate. Jesus called all of us to help each other without the distraction of our own prejudices (The Parable of the Good Samaritan; Luke 10: 25-37).

So my prayer for myself and everyone else is that we can learn to give without our own judgmental attitudes in the way, and that, when the Lord leads us, we follow.




PS I had a really angry post written out and edited, then scrapped it for this, hence the name.