frustration.
work in a web company,
on a computer that runs like a 386
without even trying
i come off like a dick
frustration, what am i going to do with you?
it'll take a lot more mercy and a little more grace
to get me through
it seems the harder i try
the less i get done
i am dying in this cubicle
with no access to the sun
frustration, what am i going to do with you?
it'll take a lot more mercy and a little more grace
to get me through
You command us not to be anxious
to consider flowers in the midst of complication
but it's hard to hear you from where i stand
i'd like to comply but doubt that i can
so, steeped in cynicism, i remain exiled in this land
of frustration.
frustration. what the hell am i going to do with You?
Who speaks of home and promises to see me through
Brueggemann’s Response to “Election 2024”
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2 comments:
Come visit my cube pastor jeff. Nothing in these walls are stopping us from soaking up the fresh mists of the outdoors, whilst you vent a bit more of life. Always an ever-present ear...
I know how you feel. I too hear the wind and the smell of sun and autumn creeping toward us on scratchy dead-leaf feet. I wait for it. I wait for that windy cloud-scudding day where my soul is washed clean for just a little while...just a little while...
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