Eyebrows Raised

Maturing with an expanding insight, Is a lonely path to travel. Especially when so many, Are doing their best to reverse the clock. And are limited in experiencing, Alone time with God. Or find it odd, Someone walks by faith. And not with a credit card. To many the notion of God, Is a 'thing' unseen and told exists. With a telling they should be 'good'... To appease the wishes of God. 'God please... Gimme, gimme, gimme.' Only to appear showing up to beg for 'something'. As if a panhandler in any neighborhood. Hoping to find someone, anyone... Forgiving and willing with an empathy to give. Maturing with an expanding insight, Is a lonely path to travel. Especially when one dares to announce, The doing of this affords them to be trinket free. 'Where are your 'credentials'? You aint nothing. And if you were... Where is it for me to see. Show me something, That validates your right to breathe.' With eyebrows raised, People are quick to defend their beliefs. If they become to feel threatened, Their insecurities are being exposed... To another that can see their activities, Are based upon charades masqueraded by routine. '...and don't talk to me about your belief in God! You aint got a thing to show for it.'