a real ASPIRATION

In recent conversations with friends and brothers (I mean my ONLY brother…at least by blood), the discussion of our generation came up. It’s amazing what my friends, my age and younger, are doing, dreaming about, and creating with their varied talents. I have a friend going to Norway for her 2nd year to lead YWAM groups, a friend buying his own house and working in big corporate America, a friend getting her PhD in molecular biology (DNA and things-wowsers), and a friend pursuing a new job and taking a leap of faith by moving across the country. There is a great deal of hope, possibility, productivity, and purpose.

And yet, we might be missing the boat, too. With whom do we relate in the midst of the abundance of technology, busyness, and stimulation? Are there younger ones who are growing into this kind of world, not knowing the value of family dinner time where dreams can be shared? What value and loyalty do we show when we move from one thing to the next so quickly?

These are just thoughts. There’s not a simple answer and obviously, the pendulum swings to both sides of the spectrum: positive and negative. I woke up to this poem writing itself on the Broca's Area of the brain. No need wasting good hours of the day with a hibernating mind. The poem speaks to just one way to realize the realities and respond to the needs of the generation.

A real ASPIRATION

We’re the generation of over-stimulation
Who just want simplification
of their situation
not a multiplication or invasion
which creates hibernation from the real world.

What is the justification
of the entire nation
to drench the group with complication,
not simply give hydration
of exhortation, filled with jubilation
and adoration for being a real person?

It's time to take our infatuation
of the over-stimulation
and use re-coordination and intentional orchestration
to guide the generation
to a higher station
of love, joy and pure relation
for the restoration and revitalization of the real truth.