Your Only Constant
People come and go,
Things are hot, and then they’re not
You get caught up in fads, before they simply whither away
The people we Love, die, leaving us only with memories or regrets
The season’s change, you yourself change.
We change jobs, homes, and friends and so the list goes on.
In a world of increasingly rapid change,
We are always distracted, looking for our next hit
Consumed, trying to keep up, trying to stay relevant by chasing earthly things
We fall in and out of Love as easily as swipe left or right
Discarding people like we discard tissue paper.
Often-mistaking passion, or lust for Love
So overwhelmed by both our desires and all the choices we have, that we become numb and paralysed,
Not knowing where to turn or who to turn to.
But there is one constant source of Love in the world
Something that is always there, loyal in the truest sense
Never abandoning you,
Not even at your weakest, most wicked or during your most trying times
That one reliable friend, the one we don’t deserve,
That one we often take for granted or ignore
Always watchful, keeping you safe and comforting you
The only source of unconditional Love, always merciful, always forgiving
But still too busy we are, to notice
Too consumed by our own ego, to see
Unable to get out of our own way to let it in
But yet there it is,
The truth, weaved, embedded into your human nature, always enduring
Yet feeling abandoned and alone, only wishing you’d Love it back.