Radical.

i am tired of driving
home
to a hot empty apartment
whose silences
echo
in my four-chambered
heart.
for me
there is no home-coming
except to that secret place-
the space
i hold
for myself.

an apartment is just
four walls-
and with no one
inside them
but me,
it has become
a pleasant
luxury.


"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet [God] feeds them.
And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?"

...that's in Matthew 6, along with "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth..."



(trying not to hurl myself headlong into a raging rant about the hypocracy and direct confliction i see in American Christianity.....oh, it hurts... compassion Rachell, compassion. phew.)