Hope and Hubris are not the Same

Hubris and Hope

She is proud to call herself a Social Justice Warrior.
It is a role she’s been trained for from birth,
and she is confident in her abilities.
She will right wrongs,
eradicate poverty,
close the gender wage gap,
end war,
racism,
sexism,
ageism,
capitalism.
Using her words,
her wit,
her tenacity,
(resorting to bullying only when necessary,
and it is necessary more often than one would think),
she will bring down those
who mock,
appropriate,
microaggress,
and fail to feel guilt for the sins of the fathers.

She was born
(not all that long ago)
to change the world.
She’ll let nothing stop her,
not even God.
Especially God.
Oh, she believes in Him.
Surprised?
Why, she loves Him dearly,
but she must pick up
where Jesus left off.
Finish the job.
He did good things,
but really, why didn’t he do more?
And people today are so dense.
Couldn’t Jesus have been more specific?

Yes, today is a new day,
Sunday, in fact.
It’s time to lace-up, log on,
carry her sign, voice her opinion,
and make a difference.
Nothing will stand in her way,
not even the guy next door
—what is his name?—
sitting in the hallway
with a razor blade in his hand.

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110 Responsibilities, Enjoyments, and Expectations

Christmas Confusion

At the moment,
I want to be alone,
Trying to recapture
How it felt to have
You so close to me,
There in his hands—

Thy princely dominion
There for anyone in the world
With eyes to see.

Thy people shall flock
To the small, white building
With the large, colored windows
There, near the lake,
Year after year,
In dwindling droves.

Adorned in splendor,
They’ll greet one another there as if
Something more than ennui has kept them away.

Of thy holy ones,
Thy priest proclaims
Their simple obedience,
Their Infinite trust,
And the world-changing
Moments of their lives.

There in the country church
The more-or-less faithful
Wonder how long it will be

Before they can flock to their next destination,
The next moment of splendor.