Am I not asking the right question?
I keep seeking everything else.
I constantly rebuild my own throne.
I entertain self while breaths are counted.
The bodies piled up around have spoken.
Unspeakable mourning, loss of life pauses mine.
Glaring stares, I cannot see their faces.
Disturbing is the passivity of my response.
Limitations I have assigned before others speak.
I’ve turned left and right while You wait.
Urgency of purpose for the great cause.
Let not my diversions derail Your given high calling.
Matthew A. Reed
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