Grasping for Air
Is it all about me
looking into the mirror
of my phone
have I become a fly
pierced by a hook
waiting for the right moment to sink
has my life become all about trying to fit my face
into the puzzle of a crowd
will forcing myself into a frame really set me free
from this picture of sand castles
in the path of a tidal wave
about wash away the image of perfection
if I drown in an ocean of likes
will they be enough to cover over the truth
of who I really am
will gasping out the latest slogans
make me look as good
as I wish I was
will thrashing about in the battles of us and them
heal the scars of sins
that I claim to have never done
do I dare to swim for the surface
do I dare allow myself to think
that there is more wisdom in one life at peace
than in an entire mob of violence and hatred
do I kick upward toward the glimmer of the sun
do I have the courage to ask questions
like those that wonder
is more hope for the future in one act of forgiveness
than in an entire city burning with the bitterness of the past
am I ready for change
am I ready to believe
that there is something greater than the person I pretend to be
these are the questions that I asked
about the person that I was
in the belly of the deep
before I saw a picture of Jesus
on His bloody cross
and I realized
that there is more love in one act of self-sacrifice
than in an entire culture of selfishness and pride
it was in humility
that I began to see
it was in surrender
that I began to float
thank God for the freedom
to breathe again
there is more growth in one word of truth
than in a thousand acts of censorship
that hide the reality of what really is
lurking under the water
of our world
