Sitting yesterday in another meeting about visioning for a future to be born out of a changed present, invited, challenged, advised, directed, to think “positive”, I strain against the constraint and wonder why – is it the being told that bothers me? Or is it “positivity” itself I so reject? My answer arrives standing outside with a fellow curmudgeon, who invites me to have a bad day as we part, both laughing, both getting the joke.
I am yearning
for a bit of
Old Testament
a little prophetic
in my vision
a little bigness
in my dreams
a little more God
a little less me
a little more Truth
a little less
accentuating
the positive
I am yearning
for a little more
as I am asked to
settle yet again
for a little less
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