O God

I’m gone again, Laying in a hole I can’t see my way out of. Where is the top? Can I climb that far? And why is it anyway, that I live in a jar? Hey, are you there, over beside me; Can you hear me when I rap on the side of my jar? The liquid of the jar I live in is green, What color is yours? It’s hard to communicate, when you live in a jar; Even though you know there are lots of other jars around. But I like my jar, it’s comfortable and safe, Still, I wonder, what life would be like outside my keep. Is this all there is? Is there not anymore? Must I always stay in this very same jar? What if I shattered my jar, and climbed in someone else’s Would I be accepted, or sent back to live in the dregs of my jar? What if I refused to leave, would I be killed? Must there be punishment for leaving your jar? Why can’t all jars be interlinked?  Stretch lines between them. If we could all talk, maybe the walls of the jars would be softer, Maybe we could all hold hands. And, if we could hold hands, maybe we could talk; And express emotions to each other. And, if we could talk and express long enough, Maybe we could all become one with each other. Maybe the walls of the jars would all melt, And we would all swim together in the same soup; A soup that’s known not by color, but by intensity. All the colors will blend and we will easily traverse, To parts of the jar-land that were once denied. I know I sound foolish, sitting here in my jar; But, it only takes a single pebble to start an avalanche. Push now against the walls of your jar, try to touch the blue jar; Though they be a specimen, just like you. They have their own hopes and dreams, just like you; Although their wishes may be different. But, once the walls of the jars collapse, Our wishes may become more alike. If all the walls of the jars were transcended, We would then swim together, untended. And be free at last, no longer in a jar; We could reach out and touch who we choose. Jar walls down, we could love, even fight each other; And do so without worrying about the walls. Jar walls down, we could live with love; And also live with hate, you can’t change that. O God! You did put us all in one jar! It was us that separated the glass, and created separate jars! Why?  We had not the wisdom; Although you had oft shown the wisdom to us. Forgive me now, [or perhaps, even help me]; As I try to break the walls of my jar and reach out. I would love to love, But the walls of the jars are thick. I only need a stick, I will use it to break the walls; And find someone I love on the other side. I know that’s what you intended, for me and everyone else; O God, help me now!!! Please?!? Written June 17th, 2001 © on Jun 18 2001 02:28 PM PST, Brazos Mason   0 • 12