Is approaching its apocalyptic, critical, lethal mass.

The time has come for me to discard, and disengage myself

From the phobias and fears that hobble and ground me;

And belatedly embrace without reservation or restraint,

The faith that could wholly enliven and emancipate me.

I have got to stop sweating the choice I made, twenty eight years ago;

I had no alternative then, if I were to continue to be in harmony with those cosmic forces,

That I sense exist just beyond the scope of my rudimentary, primitive philosophy;

If I were to retain my selfhood, my fragile integrity.

If I were to continue feeling other human beings - And I have no choice today.

My aspiration should be to become a tight verse over that perfect beat,

Yet I continue to struggle on the treadmill of this social system - going nowhere,

Straining with every fibre to fit in, where I never can, where I should not in good conscience have any desire to.

I must break the chains and shackles that connect me to possessions, to material things;

To my sixty inch television and my DVDs, and my status in the sorry scheme of bling bling.

I have got to be gully,and find joy in it.

And accept what existence has made of me, and never again quibble

Over the gift of my life, that I freely, deliberately and voluntarily dedicated, to the service of my God.

William E. Virtue

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