look.

Where on earth do I look?
there are messes of people around me
mountains of debris
To my left I see chaos, uncontrollable disasters
to my right I see pleasures, a jolly kingdom of laughter pulsating
I look ahead and see work, laboring men and women, sweaty backs hunched in a strenuous pull
Behind me stands everyone I know, hundreds of rows and columns of friends, of enemies
Blank faces staring at me, waiting.
I look above and see the Lord, a half smile on His face
He knows I still long to be with him
But he knows I'm half willing
that the world is stroking my back, holding my hand
I am in the Lord's palm, but I'm lying on my stomach with my head peering over the edge
looking to the ground
I've not jumped off, I know I don't want to
But I also know that I have worldly treasures right in my pocket
I know that laziness, greed, lust, pride, and at times, hatred
linger there, getting the attention they certainly don't deserve.
Where do I look?
Above. I must look above. I know I must.
but where does my heart lie?
where is my trust?
I need to remember.
Time to empty your pockets.