We
are a last-minute generation,
Never
savoring, fulfilling temptation generation.
We
are a non-committing, no retention line
Of
young adults,
Who
blow smoke screens because we don’t
Want
to get roped into doing anything we
Don’t
want to do.
We
are a “find a way out of it,”
“Maybe,
I’m not sure,”
Ignorers
of RSVP ASAP,
You’re-lucky-if-we-give-you-an-answer
generation.
We’re
loaded up with narcissism and ego
Flowing
out in sarcastic, self-inflated jokes,
But
we bear the weight of poignant insecurities,
Poking
us all over like acupuncture needles never
Dislodging.
We
are ironic…the lives we live crossed
With
what we believe and how we perceive it.
If
this were a game of “match,” our realities would
Deceive
us.
We
are a lost generation, but not a
Forgotten
generation.
We
are a struggling generation, but not an
Irreconcilable
one.
We
are reachable, can be teachable,
And
our eyes will be turned Heavenward,
When
we break open our minds and let our hearts
Inside
the skull to do a couples’ dance with brains well-trained.
For
just as the created world we inhabit will be
Redeemed,
we will be “liberated from…bondage
To
decay and brought into the
Glorious
freedom of the children of God” (Romans 8:21b).
For
Jesus is the reconcilor and he is reconciling
All
things to his dad.
And
my bones long for restoration,
Rejuvenation
and the hope of reconciliation.
I
don’t want this inward throb to dissipate,
The
cancelled-out reward of anticipation.
We
are a thrill-seeking generation,
Fill
my bucket list generation,
Jump-into-icy-water-just-to-feel-something
Generation.
Wake
up, dear sleepers,
Harness
the freedom
That
will fill our pulses,
Ever
urging us to eat up,
But
never leaving us needy…
The
irony of fulfillment that never fails to feed.
