History a tale of fallen’s friends
giving account of what had to be,
fixed by a sovereign who sees the end
saddled with desire to be free;
who erred that all are born this way
simply put, we all come going astray,
it’s sin, not hunger, that babies cry,
and not biology why we all die.
lost to be found, but only through Rome
intrude on our lust, our passion, our home,
named ex opere – the lusty lie
sprinkle the babies lest they all die;
create the fright, threaten what’s scary
touch our babes, but still necessary,
triumph assured, all wars justified
feelings condemned not capitalized.
Yes, it’s a lie. Always has been, always will be.
It is what it is.
That’s the lie.
It’s used to give up. To teach us to give up. Accept and not except. Let go to get by.
It’s called providence or sovereignty or fate or determinism or the status quo or City Hall or Que Sera, Sera (if you’re Doris Day – which I’m not).
It’s called the Serenity Prayer (if you’re Reinhold Niebuhr).
It’s called history and what is is what had to be (if you’re Augustine of Hippo).
It’s called metanarrative (if you’re any kind of modernist – and that’s just about everybody these days, as amazing as that sounds).
And it’s a lie. Always has been, always will be.
It Is What It Is
Starting a new religion usually takes effort,
not necessarily consistency, proof or fact,
just data and anecdotes, which means
listening and creating at the same time;
it’s an interpretive exercise most ignore
because of the difficulty of thinking anew,
and we’re really driven by insecurity and
the need for followers, but not this one;
it won’t matter if a single soul converts,
nothing will change if everyone changes,
because whatever happens will happen
in the new religion of it is what it is.