Undoing it. Will I ever be rid of all of it?
I don't think that should be the focus.
In the process, in the change, in the growth,
I had to face myself.
And in so doing, lost "my place."
And now that I stand between these two hills,
and watch friends on either side declare they will die there,
I don't want to move despite the pulling from them.
I no longer want to fit in. I want to belong.
But neutrality has consequences too.
For if they see my lack of enthusiasm against the other sect,
They will brand me a flake or worse a traitor.
Why can there not be peace?
Are humans really that intent on always being right?
Light, Life, and Love are my foundation.
I'm undoing the need to be right.
Because the "right" way was mixed up with "sideways."
Two steps forward, on step back.
Sideways and slantways and upside down.
No wonder when I dreamed I couldn't figure out which way was up.
Where is the line between opinions and beliefs?
The difference between old truth and new?
I did not come to save the awakened ones.
I'm here to help the sleepwalkers.
And they are in both camps.
I didn't see it before, but I do now.
Zombies on one side, Zealots on the other.
And I stand in a valley of bones.
We need a revival. A message from on high.
A unmistakable voice to bring us all to our knees then raise us to our feet.
Bring the Zombies to life and chastise the Zealots.
Show them all the Peace That Passes Understanding.
Show them the downfall of the self-righteous.
Undoing the desire to be right.
Undoing the need to be correct.
I humble myself. I know nothing.
I live to serve Life and its Author.
Omnipotent One, give me the voice to awake the sleepers,
the heart to love them all, and the humility to call Your Name.
I am Undone.