I come with “tough love” and know you will fight me.
I know your entitlement without condition.
I know our reunion is a funeral pyre.
A fire of your entitlement.
A fire for freedom.
For in those ashes
Are both bitterness or
In these blowing motes
Is love without condition or
Loss of your entitlement.
You will mourn your loss.
You will fight each other.
Old against young.
Qualified and disqualified.
You will seek your family heirloom still.
You will sift the ashes.
For entitlement is a garment
All may see.
Entitlement is hard for you
To give away.
Jesus said to the crowds,
“I came to bring fire to the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled!
I have a baptism with which to be baptized, and what stress I am under until it is completed!
Do you think that I have come to bring peace to the earth?
No, I tell you, but rather division!
From now on five in one household will be divided, three against two and two against three; they will be divided: father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law.”