Hold your children close, the wave is coming, they said.
So you run to the store, and you buy water and bread.
And you bring it home to fill the pantry that is filled with
meals of self-satisfaction, but there are also side dishes of regret.
Then you update your Linked-In account: rapid tapping on a
keyboard should stop the torrent of sea water that flows in the veins of the
almost middle-aged with the Facebook- ready grin.
And the wave rushes in, stealing all of the food, the money
and the body.
But you are still a soul in the middle of the tyranny.
Holy Spirit, help us
to want you.
