Don’t you see that you don’t have the luxury of doing this?
I wish you could hear that in love.
I wish you knew that we’re sinking without you.
I wish that knowledge would buoy you up.
If it were me, me, me…
Slowing running down
Set on this self-destruct
Determined for brokenness
There would be manifestations and road blocks.
We wouldn’t eat.
Our poverty would be this undeniable wake up call.
I’d turn around.
But the sin of us all
The sin of this all
Is that it’s easy to think that you don’t matter
easy to think that you have this luxury
easy to think that you’re dispensable.
But we’re sinking and sinking and sinking.
I don’t know if you can see it.
Please stop re-arranging the deck chairs.
Step into the life raft.
It’s not too late and there is room for us all.