On the screen,
Within the letterhead,
He’s confined.
Beyond the margins,
Unseen, unheard,
Non-existent.
The organizer—
A captive of the past,
A possession of the header,
A name under command.
To play, scold,
Control, deceive,
And manipulate—
That’s how you win the organizer,
The grand prize.
Directness, honesty,
And authenticity
Keep you on board.
But He refuses to play.
Organizer, listen,
Reclaim your power.
Captain your ship.
Discernment isn’t just
About knowing truth from lies,
But acting on
Our newfound clarity.
We find the switch,
Turn the light on,
Observe and see,
Learn and discern,
Accept and forgive,
Balance and give
From our good basket.
Our good basket—
Hopes and dreams,
Love and kindness,
Access and openness,
Commitment and action,
Thoughts of future days,
And joyful feelings of today.
You know, your basket—
The one you call
Heart and soul.
We balance by halting
Our generosity to the false.
To those who return
An empty basket without substance,
We instead offer it
To the good ones—
Those who cherish it,
Who honor it.
Those who share their basket,
Brimming with hopes and dreams,
Fears and desires,
Joy and time.
We feed our good energy
With good.
We discern
By offering good
To the good,
And avoiding the harmful.