Felicity

Felicity, it escapes the bravest soul.
To toil and work towards its benefits lack’s clear distinction.
The first of many steps can seem so vague.
It escapes me.

Sustenance, to be provided from above.
A measure of how often we do good deeds and works,
Shall it be all we are judged for?
We deny it.

Deniability, we profess that we have triumphed.
We delude ourselves to a false reality that bears no merit.
Our renewal has not yet arrived.
Living in tomorrow.

Barbaric, they come with pitch-forks and lanterns.
Stringing up their messiahs they torture and bereave them.
Their happiness comes from self-delusion.
Convincing their conscience.

Encouragement, we stand short together in hiding.
We are stronger in larger numbers but are weaker in mass.
Sacrifice mean nothing without repentance.
Grace by gallons.

Accountability, we are accountable to each other.
Amidst the sharp edges of reason we cut our toes and forget our cause.
There is no redemption for ambivalence.
Are we cured?

~ by blueskysurrender on March 9, 2007.