Object-Oriented Spirituality:
We are all unique expressions of God
Instances of the object named “Truth”

Yes, yes
Yes, I know
There comes a time
when we all must go
I know, I know
It’s the way of things
It has toppled tyrants
and buried kings
So, we must be thankful
for time spent
in our broken bodies,
souls woefully bent
to the needful side of suffering

Each weekday morning
swaths of traffic
cut through grids
of byways and streets
Parades of honking horns
creating a dissonance of chords and seemingly random notes jamming to the beat of the city

Perhaps narcissism is little more
than a preoccupation with one’s pain
Gotta figure pain is in there somewhere

Hurt people hurt people

Sometimes there are places to go
but, no where to stop

With all our ailments and defects
of character, may we be assured that the cure for it all will come soon enough
“At the last” “Everything hath end”

The longer you live the heavier the
weight of not dying

Anger can be a dangerous state of mind
Stress a flesh-eating disease

There is nothing more threatening
to one’s freedom
than the contraction of the mind
due to fear

The only way
to best darkness
is to wield a sword of light
And if it should
come back again
we’ll know just how to fight
May it rule forever
to guard our mighty land
or at least
until last we use
those tiny grains of sand

How tragic for those
who must walk in the rain
of their own tears
Tears that have been shed so hard
they fall red with blood
For the impact of loss
can so brutally harm the grief-stricken
they are counted
among the living dead

We are all part
of each other’s puzzles
Many of which would be incomplete without that piece
that is you
You may feel broken
but, you are a part of an even greater whole
The enigma that is us