So just less than 10 minutes ago, I was in a yelling match with my little brother. It was over something stupid. During the course of a conversation he asked where jack (not the real name)
has been. To which I said “Jack kind of did what you did. Go to church for a couple of months, get involved, get baptized, than just stopped showing up. (short pause) which is bad”. My brother responded “why do you have to be such and (beep), all the time” it escalated from there since I don’t much like being called names and my brother doesn’t like being told what he should do.
On The whole this doesn’t bother me, we are brothers we been in many fights with each other over lesser thing and it has all worked out in the end. What does bother me, however, is that since Sunday I have also upset two other friends. Had this been just one incident I don’t think that I would have bothered me. But being three it perks my interest. I know from firsthand experience that sin blinds and changes us. Also I would add that it causes us to project our sin on to others, seeing our own fault in them. But then again it may be them that are in sin and I just am, by pointing out there wrongs, chafing their spirit to the point of anger. So I am wondering and trying to search my soul for some un-repented sin. And here is a poem about it.
Fractional Love
You’re a pompous stuck –up arrogant fool,
But somehow you think you’re cool.
You say you’re friendly and want people around
But you only treat them like a dirty hound
You’re their friend till you get bored.
Shoo them away you medieval lord
The ideal Christian you think you exude
But being blind to your own actions
Is no excuse for love in fractions
You don’t even care about the rest.
Your discipline is something you flaunt
But your gifts of love man their gaunt
You’re never wrong and always right
You just make me want to fight
The ideal Christian you think you exude
But being blind to your own actions
Is no excuse for love in fractions
Of your friendship some people want part,
But all you do is break their heart.
Your exclusionary tactics you try to hide
It’s a poor excuse, a thin disguise
You know friendship is a two way street,
But at your end we all must meet.
The ideal Christian you think you exude
But being blind to your own actions
Is no excuse for love in fractions
All your sins I’ve tried to show
But your pride you won’t let go
and as I see things now much clearer
it is not you but I in mirror
it was I who did these loveless deeds
it was always me choked with weeds
I did not realize my attitude
The ideal Christian I think I exude
But being blind to my own actions
Is no excuse for love in fractions
the poem "Fractional love" is copyrighted by Chris Carey 2008
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