Poem -
And here is life...
That you would love oneanother as I have loved you
If you don't love the one you don't quite like
If you don't love the weak one
If you don't love the powerful one
If you don't love the fallen one
Then how will you survive?
For are you not distasteful
Are you not weak, powerful and fallen
You're an embarrassment
If it were not so, you'd leave nothing unexposed
Yet here you are, clothed
Love your enemies
Only then can you exist
Otherwise you will only eat your self
Like a never ending word shishkabab
Alpha eating Omega on a loop
Lost in Derrida's surplus
He who loses his life finds it either found or lost
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Whom are we embarrassing?yes I'm clothed. cool write!.................Jim
The implocation was you are an embarrassment to your self. Meaning that you are inconsistent and hypoctritical. And you are. *AS ARE WE ALL* (I too fall short of the standards I think/say I believe in. Each time I buy a product packaged in non-recyclable plastic I'm an embarrassment; each time I fail to show kindness to someone (when I preach kindness is a virtue) that's an embarrassment. When I skip brushing my teeth, even though I say my body is a sacred vehicle for the Holy Spirit, that's an embarrassment. But praise God that where sin abounds *grace* increases and I have an advocate and mediating high priest who sees me as a developing child who hasn't grasped perfection and needs plenty of time and love to get to my mansion in my Father's house.
So many rhetorical questions but no obvious answers. Anyway, wish you have a nice holiday.