What do I owe? To you, to myself, to my neighbor, to the world, what do I owe? How much? and how soon?
On some days I feel I owe everything, my best, more than. On somedays I feel I owe my flesh, my blood, my struggle, my toil, my strength extending beyond limits I know. I feel I owe my utter devotion to my word, to truth, to the advancement of reason and light, to the joy I know I can spark in another’s eyes and soul if I try just a little bit more. On some days, maybe Sundays, I feel the sacrifice of Jesus Christ, of the abandonment of the self for the whole, with anything less shameful and base.
And then.
Somedays I feel I owe you nothing.
Ignorant, uncaring, cowardly above all else, afraid to live up to potential, why should God’s gifts be lavished upon those who know only squander? Since the dawn of our time, oppression reigns. The very nature of evolution demands it, but instead of unification to help overcome the immortal challenge we embrace the impulse of our oppressive nature, doing all in our power to kill the brotherhood of man, the sisterhood of woman, and the innate love existing in between. Racists, sexists, classists, master/slave obsessives, when given the choice we rarely and growing more so choose to help our fellow Earthlings in naught but the manner of aid that fits our own choosing. Arrogant, cruel, disconnected from around, the sound, the music unheard, why should I sing loud just to be mocked? Why should I dance free when they just laugh and attempt shame?
Because I can.
I can do what I know most others cannot. With the courage of conviction, the assurance of self, and the ancient bonding with Babylon, I can bring heaven to Earth, I know I can, as much as I know anything, for I see the light shine reflected back to me when I try, the flowers planted in the breast blossom and bloom at my watering, so how cruel if I deprive the Earth of this rejuvenation. The instinct to eschew responsibility feels natural, innate. Perhaps it is. So is the light, the ability, the divine. When then not try? Why deny the challenge most worthy of (wo)man for these lesser, temporary gains? Why work just for my children, instead of all the children, now and down the line?
Why? Again, because we can.
We are the inspiration of/for God.
Why act otherwise?
Because we can.
So don’t.
Do.
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Divine
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