#procrastinationandpurpose
__I. TARNISH__
__We procreate fate, from bones to belief,__
Wearing faith like a second skin— daily
soiled, weather-worn by noise and news.
Socially religious; actions are mere talk
we preach in later posts, and not prayers.
__We remember songs line for line,__ forgetting
words to the Word, that once shaped us.
__II. INTERROGATION__
_Where is your faith?_ —asks the heart.
_Where will you be in five years?_ —asks the mind.
And there—between tears and time— _laziness
holds patience, procrastination becomes a religion._
As I wear the mask of a man knowing what he’s
doing, but the fit is too perfect –to ever feel like
Truth.
__III. CONFESSION__
O Lord, hear the slow-breaking cry of my soul,
lest I forget the sound of my own weeping.
My prayers, once daily bread, are now scattered
crumbs, too few, too faint to carry my mourning,
Into the morning. And you won't hear the dirge
in my less frequent prayers or their “Amen.”
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 7:03 PM UTC