Just a strange realization that’s been coming up a lot lately. It’s as though our modern "morality" of environmentalism (a cause to which I am dedicated to and very passionate about) can often become a new form of legalism. In a sense we may be freed from our selfishness and begun to care about the repercussions of "what we want" but has it become a new source of pride and sometimes resulted in ruthless unkindness towards those ignorant of "the movement"?
And how,
trembling in our wordiness
we left behind some chance at grace.
They lost me in the torn up pavement.
Laws of self first broken led to a religion of rebellion,
but do we not in this truth gather new shackles?
Weighed with this heavy conviction how do we laugh?
Death row holds no clowns.
Something stirs.
A whisper, a slowly spreading thought intoxicates this new idealism.
It breathes life and beauty into inspiration
(alone a heavy burden for already laden sinners).
“We will plant flowers,” he says,
“but first we will quench the thirst”.
And then in our freedom
He moves
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