Black Friday Is bad. Whereas Good Friday is good.
Black Friday is spending – but Good Friday saving.
Black Friday shouldn’t happen – Good Friday must.
Two Fridays. One made good one bad. We love our polar.
Yes or no. Saved or unsaved. Churched or unchurched.
Sinner saved or slave to sin.
I read of a man who was cool with much that we aren’t.
The tax collectors and lepers and (so called) “afflicted”.
All those marginalised out of our neat and tidy society.
A man who saw through rather than reacted to masks.
A man who looked for love rather than our good or bad.
A man who brought choice rather than our much-loved prescription.
I read of “woke” and think it a joke.
Of “cancel” (which is more hate and dismantle?)
What changes (other than another destructive ripple)?
A righteous dig at what came before
(as what came before is wrapped in new wrapping
year after year).
A man who let live and love if I choose
Who saw much good where no goodness was seen
Who saw seeds unshooted where we see just barren and mean.
Black Friday is like anything we wrap-up so shiny.
To pop it’s pomposity needs two letters so tiny
“No thank you” lovingly de-puffs all the guff.
My choice is no thank you (I have quite enough)
In fact so much that I’ve more than I need
So instead of spending or getting cross at this greed
I could quietly share some of mine
Without my public gesture seen as so fine.
That’s the power of this word so small.
This word called no (thank you).
I read of a man who didn’t stop there –
He looked for love where we see fair-unfair
Found love where we see “them” (and then righteously jeer)
I Am if I choose or No Thank you too.
I know my choice in this indignant noisy world
How about you?