We are all of the same spirit,

Woven Into the tapestry of life.

All a tiny speck of a puzzle piece

That creates a whole

Living, breathing, continuous organism.

We all come from the same sin

That calls out to us from the dark,

Hidden in shadow.

We all pursue the same material things

Thinking they will somehow make us whole,

But we’re trying to fill a space that

Was never truly empty.

And we endlessly try to fill our cup

From the wrong source.

Our insecurities make us chase excessive,

Expensive things - distractions.

In the never ending desire to achieve

The beautiful life,

We become plastic, unbending

But the never ending masquerade must go on

To convince everyone else that we’re

Worthy of the respect we cannot give ourselves.

In the end we find

The expensive house,

Bursting at the seams with all of our

Meticulously collected shiny things

Becomes a burden.

The fancy car is unreliable and too small

To fit our true selves into.

So again, we feel empty and try desperately

To fill that space back up

With newer, shinier things,

But they’re only watered down substitutions.

The foundation has always been unstable

So it crumbles, crashes and burns.

And we all spin wildly out of control

Throwing it’s ashes to the wind.

We’ve been spinning on this tilt o whirl

So long, we hardly know what to do

Once it’s stopped.

As we walk away,

With our feet on solid ground for once,

Maybe we will finally see

That we are all walking inside the same skin,

All a part of one,

Already full, already whole

And maybe we can find a sense of peace

Long sought after

And finally come to a place of restful content.