The Monsters Inside Us

In my dream I am being chased by Sweetums, the muppet

down an endless hallway

I run and I run, but I can’t escape

so he overtakes me and gobbles me up

and I’m in the belly of this muppet

in the dark

saying to myself,

“It’s a dream it’s a dream it’s a dream!”

But I can’t wake up

and I don’t wake up until I shut up.

That’s when I finally awake.

 

Life is like that.

There are monsters in our lives

that we can’t outrun,

we can’t negotiate or reason with.

There are monsters we must embrace

Because they’re not monsters at all,

but rather instruments of change.

 

And change is scary.

But God is good.

He will get us through.

Windshield

My front windshield is cracked,

has been for several months now.

Every now and again,

I have the money to fix it,

but end up spending the cash

on something else.

Yes, yes, we only have so many resources

but still

I feel this a metaphor for something:

life, probably.

The world’s problems are vast and consuming,

and we can spend all our days chasing

after all kinds of things,

that seem good and productive at the time;

or, we can spend time fixing the windshields

of our lives.

Ah, yes. I can see clearly now.

The crack is gone.