“The trouble with steeling yourself against the harshness of reality is that the same steel that secures your life against being destroyed secures your life also against being opened up and transformed by the holy power that life itself comes from. You can survive on your own. You can grow strong on your own. You can even prevail on your own. But you cannot become human on your own.”
Frederick Buechner
Woe to the autonomous man who
In cohorts with his paper pope
slings the stones of sovereignty
against the goliaths of the same kindred
Needlessly heaving words to
Anyone who will listen
While his symbols hang in the air
Like Pisces in the Southern firmament
Woe to this autonomous man
Coping with his insecurity
By being secure in his uncertainty
Only to never allow a soul
The opportunity to see someone mature
Woe to this autonomous man
Abandoning the ordained community
Because of arrogant sinlessness
Finding solace behind the walls
Of the research of the ineffable One
Woe to this autonomous man
Leaving it all behind
Because he never met “anyone” who cared
Despite the Kinship being the shining beacon
Of concern and consolation
Woe to this autonomous man
Breathing his ultimate breath
While wishing he had not wasted
All the opportunities
Afforded by being in the Betrothed.
Woe to this autonomous man
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