The cost of being woke

Being able to ’see right through everything’
Doesn’t age well.
At some point, we found
That while we could detect
Deception and injustice more clearly
Good things became increasingly difficult
To find
Or enjoy.
Cynicism compounds
And it doesn’t always add up to the truth,
And even when the cause was just
So often our efforts to clean up house
Somehow also darkened the windows
We were peering out of.
Somewhere along our journeys
We got ‘woke’ and
We saw racism at work everywhere
Sexism was in the very air we breathed
And its became impossible to find a piece of land
On God’s green earth
That wasn’t undergirded by inequality.
It gets exhausting
So we learn to pick our struggles
For this burden is not easy
And this yoke it not light.
Social justice is heavy.
And the wins are few and far between.
Strong are the arms
And broad are the shoulders
Of the One
Who will, one day,
Wake us up from the nightmare.

 Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light
-Matthew 11:29-30

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