To be real.
To be loved.
All at the same time.
It seems to me that is what people are looking for.
What I'm looking for.
Why is it so difficult?
The constant competition.
The judgement.
The sneers.
The misunderstandings.
The quick words.
The hardened hearts.
Because letting down.
Letting go.
Taking off the mask.
Unveiling the insecurities.
Is dangerous.
Nobody wants to be first.
Because instead of it causing others to do the same.
It gives them cause to feel higher.
Mightier.
More spiritual.
More together.
Oh Christians!
Why must we prey on one another?
Instead of pray for one another?
Why do we use our prayers to manipulate?
To show our goodness?
Rather than to connect with others.
With God Himself.
Why?
Because the vicious cycle is
That everyone wants
To be
Real
To be
Loved
And yet
nobody
or at least
very few
are willing
To start
With the being real
Until
They know they are loved.
And it's a risk
To love someone with frailties
may look as those
We condone them
And others may then think
That we have the same weaknesses
So goes the desire.
Thwarted in this
Broken world.
The need
To be.
Real.
Loved.
blessings to you.
To be loved.
All at the same time.
It seems to me that is what people are looking for.
What I'm looking for.
Why is it so difficult?
The constant competition.
The judgement.
The sneers.
The misunderstandings.
The quick words.
The hardened hearts.
Because letting down.
Letting go.
Taking off the mask.
Unveiling the insecurities.
Is dangerous.
Nobody wants to be first.
Because instead of it causing others to do the same.
It gives them cause to feel higher.
Mightier.
More spiritual.
More together.
Oh Christians!
Why must we prey on one another?
Instead of pray for one another?
Why do we use our prayers to manipulate?
To show our goodness?
Rather than to connect with others.
With God Himself.
Why?
Because the vicious cycle is
That everyone wants
To be
Real
To be
Loved
And yet
nobody
or at least
very few
are willing
To start
With the being real
Until
They know they are loved.
And it's a risk
To love someone with frailties
may look as those
We condone them
And others may then think
That we have the same weaknesses
So goes the desire.
Thwarted in this
Broken world.
The need
To be.
Real.
Loved.
blessings to you.
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