I actually wrote this a few weeks ago...not really sure why I feel compelled to share it now, but here it is.
THE TWO FRIENDS
Nobody told me that you two were friends,
Or even that you know each other.
I don’t think that I’ve even
ever seen you both together.
One of you rips, and tears,
and gnaws at my flesh.
You cover my eyes, and heat my breath.
You come in without warning,
and take without asking.
All the while the other is watching
and waiting to catch my eye.
Wanting to show me the beauty of her face
and the depth of his grace.
Do you have come together?
Not one without the other?
Because I’d only invite one of you
if I could.
Better yet, just leave me alone,
and leave me to my simple life.
We were doing just fine
without or your company, your curse, your blessing.
I’ll admit that I don’t know
what you talk about when I’m not there,
or why on many of the gifts I’ve gotten
are written both of your names.
It can’t be that you serve the same master
or that to know one you must know the other.
Isn’t it funny how this dance is danced?
and how his banquet is served.
For my master has prepared for me one of his many rooms,
satisfied my hunger, and quenched my thirst.
And though I have been made anew,
I still beg for the scraps that fall from his table.
Maybe one of you knows the answer to the question:
What is easier for the Son of Man to do?
To say “Your sins are forgiven.”
or “Take up your bed and walk.”
What’s easier isn’t always as important,
or necessary I guess,
But still it’s easier,
than having both of you around.