28 | December | 2019 | standing too close to the edge

sometimes the message –

heard – clearly –

without deviation.

sometimes the message heard,

regardless intention.

and sometimes,

the message heard loudest – by presentation of silence.

so often we find ourselves pushing the envelope –

forcing opinion to define avenues of compromise.

insistent upon leading the way out of our own particular darkness,

we fail to authenticate the owner of the light.

we claim victory over battles we think we’ve won –

recite prayers admonishing acts of immorality perceived.

hide behind hands folded –

allegiance offered to ritual –

ineffective as should..

sometimes –

the message speaks contradiction –

offers dissension from predetermined priorities –

redirects allegiance to acts of faith,

rather than insurgence of self-serving conquests by manipulation.

it’s in those moments –

we find ourselves face to face with humility –

realize the meaning –

not by shouts.

not necessarily written on walls.

spoken,

instead –

benevolent –

sincere,

intimate as a whisper…

standing too close to the edge