An odd label given
to a land
of slaves.
We are chained
to our schedules.
We are shackled
to our phones.
Whipped constantly
by the media,
and punished
by our fads.
We buy our way
into prisons
of power
of greed
of pleasure.
We embrace our freedom
in our ability
to have our choice
of so many
masters.
Land of the lock and key,
and the home of the slave.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Building Forts
He’s building a fort
in his bedroom today
and no one else can come in.
It's his very own.
Now, leave him alone.
He’s going in it to stay.
He’s building a fort
right under his bed
and he’s never coming back out.
It's nice and cozy.
Go away, nosy.
It's only for him, like he said.
He’s building a fort
inside of his chest
where no one but he can see.
Because he’s too old
for forts, so he’s told,
hiding his heart seems best.
in his bedroom today
and no one else can come in.
It's his very own.
Now, leave him alone.
He’s going in it to stay.
He’s building a fort
right under his bed
and he’s never coming back out.
It's nice and cozy.
Go away, nosy.
It's only for him, like he said.
He’s building a fort
inside of his chest
where no one but he can see.
Because he’s too old
for forts, so he’s told,
hiding his heart seems best.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
A Year Without October
Well, I have proven once again that I'm not cut out for the world of high stakes, professional blogging. Apparently (as far as my blog shows), nothing happened in the month of October. The truth is, of course, too much happened. This is one of the odd and sad quirks of the lifestyles we lead these days: the busier we are, the less we talk about it.
Obviously, more time spent doing is less time spent talking. Have you ever noticed what happens when we do this, though? We start to make more mistakes. We become less satisfied. Our decisions make less sense to those around us and even to us.
Why?
We stop talking.
All it takes for me to reconsider a really pointless or stupid course of action is for one trusted friend to say, "Matt, you're being an idiot." Once those prophetic words call my attention back to reality, it is much easier for me to think clearly and get back on the right track. This is true of everything from deciding what to eat to decisions about the future, or even thoughts about God.
All judgments on life, love, and faith are better made by more than one brain. Don't let busy-ness turn into stupidity. Never let scheduling take the place of thinking. And finally, don't stop talking. It's much harder to tell just how skewed our vision has become until we actually say it out loud.
Blessings,
Matt
Obviously, more time spent doing is less time spent talking. Have you ever noticed what happens when we do this, though? We start to make more mistakes. We become less satisfied. Our decisions make less sense to those around us and even to us.
Why?
We stop talking.
All it takes for me to reconsider a really pointless or stupid course of action is for one trusted friend to say, "Matt, you're being an idiot." Once those prophetic words call my attention back to reality, it is much easier for me to think clearly and get back on the right track. This is true of everything from deciding what to eat to decisions about the future, or even thoughts about God.
All judgments on life, love, and faith are better made by more than one brain. Don't let busy-ness turn into stupidity. Never let scheduling take the place of thinking. And finally, don't stop talking. It's much harder to tell just how skewed our vision has become until we actually say it out loud.
Blessings,
Matt
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