Of Humanity and Enlightenment

Everything said is seen another way...

I once tried to show the resilience of man
By poking holes in my fingertips
And drawing words of comfort in the blood:
"I will heal"
But the spectacle overshadowed the moral
For most men care more of bloodshed than words

I once tried to show the adaptability of man
By carving a piece out from my ribs
And planting it in a meadow with tenderness:
"I will grow"
But the sight of the gouge overtook the seedling
For most men have only a passing interest in meadows

I once tried to show the malleability of man
By grinding my hand with mortar and pestle
And scattering my dust into the stratosphere:
"I will be everything"
But the diminutive action overcame the grandeur
For most men only consider their immediate connections

I once tried to show the divinity of man
By standing on a bustling street corner
And explaining how we heal, grow, and become everything:
"I am god"
But my stories were overturned by faith
For most men only listen when they are children
And how dare I accuse them of still being such

Author's Note

I hate sounding preachy in my writing. It happens though.