Searching for the right one
Is such a distraction,
As in the candy store of childhood there seems to be so many to choose from.
The ancestor me
Where I came from
The struggles of lives long since gone
In far off places
Of which I have no control, but still I appear either strangely annoyed or vehemently proud.
Together make up my DNA
The latest me
Who I want others to think that I am
Strutting around in me fancy new outfit
Whatever that is
Sounding out ‘look at me’ in a visual delight to be celebrated like liturgy
To all my new fans. Thank you for clapping and liking me.
The reflective me
When I noticed I took advantage of others. Despicable me.
Made bad decisions or hurt someone by my actions
My most painful me
The real me
All of them are me.
The good deeds and the bad ones both, like a couple dancing a jig joined and separated, seemingly random but more consistent than we would like to know.
Seeing and noticing loved ones are both made and related, of how God has truly made us all, but, smiling favorably, sprinkled us with Flavoring from His great salt cellar of humor.
Let me give up the search for facts and discoveries
All of which add something and yet confuse me more
And rather look within and without
Not with only eyes and ears
But with agape love of all.
Where the mystery of me begins
And ends in everlasting love.