UGLY
UGLY
Someone said today
that they realized
that they only feel safe,
in the presence of beauty.
I guess that makes me ugly.
I don’t make anyone feel safe.
Heck! People are always admonishing me -
to “stay out of trouble!”
Obviously,
I don’t make them feel safe.
So I must be ugly.
I wonder if God feels ugly?
People don’t feel safe
in the presence of God, do they?
No, no, no. They run and hide.
Heck! People insisted on God
speaking through Moses and not directly to them.
How does God not feel ugly?
Because God knows better?
I guess if I make people feel challenged,
Disquieted, or irritated,
I must be ugly.
But at loeast I have good company.
God makes them feel the same way.
If I felt safe,
how would I learn?
Feeling safe would mean
I’m not putting myself out there
or risking anything in faith or love.
So is safe really a good thing?
Probably not,
but
I like safe.
It feels good.
Basketball practice,
that feels bad.
I feel safe,
if I hold the ball.
If I shoot it,
I risk failure.
“Go forthand let your light
be safely hidden
under a basket.”
No?
Are you sure
it doesn’t say that, somewhere?
I like safe.
But isn’t a good coach one that
pushes their players to discover
what they are really capable of?
I don’t like being pushed.
Not at all.
Push me into a cold lake
to learn how to swim
And I will hate you for it.
I have always failed
to appreciate being pushed.
I can live with high standards.
Just don’t push me.
Pushing me feels ugly.
(C) RLMcCormick
