Breaking hearts,
Breaking hope.
Acting without thought.
Wondering without feeling.
What kind of way is that?
What kind of life is that?

Dribbles and drabbles,
The weight of punches and kicks,
Bit by bit and day over day,
Knocking down,
Breathing threats,
And more than wrath.
What gives?
Who?… No, what is being satisfied?
How much? How many?
Will it ever be enough?
Even the mirror turns away.
Come on now,
Wake up and try to see.
That’s no kind of life.
That’s no kind of way.

Take a roundabout,
But stop somewhere in the middle.
Make a life, make a way.
Swim upstream for a change.
Make it new, make it better.
Ask for courage, take in grace,
Wash away the mud.
Stand next to, and up, for those in need.
That’s the way to travel,
Kind—that’s the Way to Life.

You cannot serve both God and mammon. – Luke 13:16