Why did I reblog this poem? It is a poetic version of the last thing I posted, https://citizentom.com/2021/08/26/is-making-other-people-do-the-right-thing-the-right-thing-to-do/.
In that last post, we discussed how people build Utopian ideologies to mold the minds and hearts of entire societies. When we do that to other people, even on a small scale, we break them, and we mangle ourselves. We know it is prideful and wrong.
When we allow others to manipulate us into beliefs and deeds we find wrong, we must sear our own consciences. In our cowardice and submission we tempt our tempters towards greater evil.
What is the solution? Well, the Bible offers its wisdom.
Romans 12:2 New American Standard Bible
And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.
If you are not Christian. Well, God put his moral law in each of our hearts. We know — at least we know until we have seared our consciences — something about what is right and what is wrong.
If you are a Christian? Then we have the Bible. We can read and study it. We can do our best to go beyond that moral law that God instilled within each of our hearts. Instead of pleasing the world, we can strive to please our Lord God.
i’ve never felt quite right
wrapped in confusion at the
perceived motivations around me
never really a direction
but displacement from the things
and the ways in which
i found myself incapable of
fitting into the mold
at times like a goldilocks
trying this and trying that
one thing to the next and
back again, nothing fit, no
comfort beyond the temporary
consumption of what they say
what i need, what i should do
and how i should be
again and again lumping myself
into the space they carved out
for me, cutting away the
frowned upon pieces, chunk
by pathetic chunk, but it was never
enough, for the space always
seemed to morph tighter and tighter
with each small death and
the constraining, choking of words
that no one seemed to understand
and it’s true, they’ve broken me
more than once, but it was never
enough, not for them…
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