Dec 18, 2012

A Humanity Reminder



I look around and see a place created by perfection yet all I see is its absence, a world with a toxic combination of fear, hate, rage and death. People fear that the truth of their imperfections will be revealed so they mask it with ridicule towards others. The fear subsides and bonds with a strong element of hatred. A hatred use to abhor things in others that you once feared would be revealed in yourself, but the imperfection never fades so what was once hate transforms to rage, a burning anger that cannot be satisfied with the ridicule of others. Its new target is itself and that’s when rage ends and evolves to death.

I look around and see a place created by perfection yet all I see is its absence. There is a chemical imbalance in the atmosphere due to its lack of purity. Those with love only experience it temporarily before the blood of others creates a stain of pain. A young girl looses her innocence to a lying tongue that bathed her in its saliva’s stench, losing her sweet scent. A once empty womb, a child now bears that will live out its days imagining the image of her invisible father. At first her minded will paint bright and happy pictures that are filled with hope of his return, but as she goes on to the world and time goes by, the colors of her image will fade so she will use the colors that surround her in the darkness of her despair and paint the picture black and grey.

I look around and see a place created by perfection yet all I see is its absence. I do not know if God weeps, but if I were Him, I’d flood the world with tears of disappointment. I would make waves of from them and wash away the world from its existence. I do not know if God dreams but I were Him, I would avoid my guilt and built a dream out of denial. I would never send salvation and spare my child.

I will never be able to fathom God’s rational for loving us unconditionally despite our daily self-destructive behavior. I look around and see a place created by perfection and I’m reminded how undeserving I am to share its creator.