I don’t have time to be what you ask.
I can wait no longer.
Age brings welcome impatience blessed foolish courage urgent solutions right or wrong failure a chance to learn and keep trying.
The norm so comfortable!
for the hungry
the oppressed the abused the judged.
No open arms.
Age a gift that holds accountability in emergent ways demands action from long honed philosophy.
The clock ticks
more loudly a metronome that counts our losses in too quiet pulpits shared neglect disengagement and comfortable apathy.
No open minds.
Responsibility grows to embrace more than self. The hungry child waits food deserts grow poverty of the soul and mind stay mired in our too busyness our self-imposed isolation our silent voices our lack of courage.
God can change us.
If we will listen… to that soft but insistent voice that promise of grace in a gentle wisp of a breeze become wind.
Hearts opened to
Hands and feet
at the ready.