Hoarding your boxes and packing your bags.
Preparing like luggage affixed with nametags.
What will it get you Your storehouse of gold?
No matter how mighty, You’ll too grow old.
And down to the dust From which you once came.
Consumed all your darkness.
Love will remain.
I’ve been super sick for some time now. I hope to be back on a regular writing schedule soon. I appreciate your prayers and support. Please keep them coming.
In the meantime, I’ve been pondering the state of our world. The profit at any cost narrative and its accompanying notion that if you just work hard enough you’ll get ahead.
This, as I’m fond of saying, is bullshit.
Now, I’m not against working as you are able, but a person’s defined worth is not based on their productivity. Your worth is inherent. Read the Bible.
In fact, you don’t even need to read your preferred holy writing.
Use Google. It’s talked about a lot.
Sadly, I am still too sick to dig in with any depth for now, but this is a narrative put in place by those at top to keep you right where you are now.
You can work for them or you can die. From a disability point of view, this is what brings about the super-crip or die scenarios where one can either overcome their disability or it is a fate worse than death.
However, what if this is a lie? What if the reverse is true?
What is Love really is about expanding the circle until everyone is included?
Maybe Jesus was right when he said you can’t serve G-d and money.
Your hoards of gold might shield you for a time but this is temporary.
Until next time friends, live, be well, and don’t forget: Wherever you find yourself this day, especially if you are on the margins, Love Accepts You, No Exceptions.
Thanks, again for the prayers!