the thoughts pervade, they are endless
the channels, they go to the hundreds
and the phone, the computer, the tablet
they give access to a plethoric black hole
a voice cries out, “Prepare!”
just one more email,
just one more like,
just one more comment…
there! I’m done!
a voice cries out, “Prepare!”
a thought goes by, I must attend to it
but I’ll be there in a sec, I promise
it might be important and it might make me feel good
just for a sec, though, that makes it worth it
there it is again, that voice, “Prepare!”
what a confusing word for a people such as us…
prepare my mask
prepare my image
prepare my event
prepare my life
we are hopeless marthas, aren’t we?
“Prepare!” ahh, that voice again
from the place of no frills; wild and pure
without medicinal distractions; no technological du jour
where we are compelled to go into our closet and receive our Lord
to find ourselves without ourselves; simply human as we were before
