"Harangues"

"Bliss and pain beget journeys," they say; and they also say, "After journeys, everyone's gut is an attorney..."

God has been wondering, yes, God... He has been wondering about the essence of human drive. Not because He has been wanting to understand mankind, but because He has been understanding mankind all along: his autonomous shrieks, his unending desires, his pains and how he heals them... just many thinks...
And He has whispered into my ear about it... Okay, I'm just an ordinary boy. Yes, I am ordinary, and I am comfortable with that; but nothing (blame my thinks) suits purpose like something ordinary...
So, in my vamped ordinary behavior, I'll write this (about man when trying [at his most] to charm, and mostly, to wrestle with God):

We peeple are interesting...

We want God to honor us, pamper us and esteem us, but do we do the same for/to Him?
We want Him to fight our battles and shred our enemi(es), but how many times have we failed to hack his enemies to pieces, the very ones that dwell in us? Many times.
We want testimonies of Him blessing us and our narratives of "His great and awesome Hand", but have we blessed Him or testified of His greatness?

We are not His friends, while we demand for great friendships, families and relationships,
We are not His flock (if we ever have thought we are, it is when the lion is pawing at us), yet we demand the offings of His staff
We are mean, yet we want Him to enrich us, abound us and supply us with plenty
We play games with His Words, we wander and totter and clamp ourselves to fusions of debauchery
Then we sit awake and await peace and tranquility... and just as summer evades winter, so do they...

If we continually create war, and feed it, and hide it
And if we serially eat trash, and feed it, and hide it
God has no place in us
He has no command over us...

Darkness earnestly looks for us, because light is not the one thing we chase after
After we are lost seeking, then we will deft in the days after
God, yes, God waits in the dark, and He does want to "feel lucky" finding us
Even if we run farthest, He's already there...
He still wonders when, just when, we will stop running... away...


Bonface Morris.