We must teach our congregations
to quit delivering the sermon:
“If you have nothing else to be grateful for,
at least be grateful that you’re alive.”
This alone presumes, perhaps ignorantly
that all want to be;
that we are the same.
There are some,
a minority never small enough to be negligible
who have woken up
and, on occasion, wept
for the reason that
they have woken up.
For them, it is evidence
that they are praying to a fairy god father
who is selectively deaf
and won’t grant their wishes
to be permanently relieved
from the troubles of living
sans drastic measures.
Rather than tell each other not to feel,
we must begin to remind each other why we are.