eight::twentyone

The rich, we hear again, will not inherit the Kingdom.
At times this message is a comfort,
but not so much as of late.
The world is being divided down to its parts,
shredded and disposed of, finding its way
either into the atmosphere or fountains.
How can this message be a comfort to the billions
sitting in the trash heaps and floods,
their lives far from some kind of actualization,
something before the rich they wouldn't have had to go after.

Yet is the spirit divisible?
Is the journey we must make inside?
Yes, I think, but not as retreat,
inside and outside are part and parcel.
And the journey cannot be only for comfort, relief ,
but for peace surpassing, as untouchable as that seems.

Guide, Lord, my dreams.

(Judges 6:11-24, Psalm 85, Matthew 19:23-30)