Woe to this Autonomous Man

“The trouble with steeling yourself against the harshness of reality is that the same steel that secures your life against being destroyed secures your life also against being opened up and transformed by the holy power that life itself comes from. You can survive on your own. You can grow strong on your own. You can even prevail on your own. But you cannot become human on your own.”

Frederick Buechner

Woe to the autonomous man who

In cohorts with his paper pope

slings the stones of sovereignty

against the goliaths of the same kindred

 

Needlessly heaving words to

Anyone who will listen

While his symbols hang in the air

Like Pisces in the Southern firmament

Woe to this autonomous man

 

Coping with his insecurity

By being secure in his uncertainty

Only to never allow a soul

The opportunity to see someone mature

Woe to this autonomous man

 

Abandoning the ordained community

Because of arrogant sinlessness

Finding solace behind the walls

Of the research of the ineffable One

Woe to this autonomous man

 

Leaving it all behind

Because he never met “anyone” who cared

Despite the Kinship being the shining beacon

Of concern and consolation

Woe to this autonomous man

 

Breathing his ultimate breath

While wishing he had not wasted

All the opportunities

Afforded by being in the Betrothed.

Woe to this autonomous man

 

 

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