Facebook junkie
A faceless generation faded way back when
The critics rose up and wrote it—which way does
The sun set? Which road is paved with regret?
I have no clue what is next as you smoke that next
Cigarette, lips are smacking for the next answer
From Heaven, I am low on fuel but high on having
All the clues—
Did He obey all the rules when He called You?
I cannot swallow anymore hollow commands,
This tent is for rent and soon to be returned
To its owner—I have no debt, I just have interest building
For all the confusing prayer meetings, for all the empty
Greetings and the hollow shouting masqueraded as power
From on high—
Follow me is all I can hear now—one last time,
One last beginning before a fire scorching,
Before a kindled marriage begins, before darkness
Has no more space in me—
Facebook junkie to the faceless men and women
Sometimes acceptance is your greatest resistance—
For risk takers change the world—
Fear is quieted but is louder when the screen
Stays on unending—
Now its ink, now its pen,
Now poverty is my storage bin—
I refuse to be empty, to be a hollow
Sound or a clanging symbol as a symbol
Of hypocrisy—love for You has consumed
Me—may it be faceless and feel so heartless
But may it be whatever it has to be to get us
There—
Faceless with a clenched fist—
All are waiting to be known!