like candy

When it becomes too hard to walk, I will carry you

Moments when you can't bare to move, I will lay by your side

If your mind is trapt in the dark, long ago lost sight of the sun

I will write you my poetry, read to you my rendition of sunrise

My hands don't reach to take, but to hold, to protect, to love

My breath doesn't fill my lungs just to live, but to serve your soul

Every heartbeat of yours I feel, a gift of song

Music that soothes my soul, a calm air in my storm

No. No, thank you. The worst part is it lets all the rest of us off the hook. We can all just stand by and watch Leeza Scarborough wheel herself around town. We can watch Joe Collie slowly drink himself to death. We can watch so many people just slip into these bottomless pits of... of awful and we can stand it. We can tolerate it because we can say things like, "God works in mysterious ways." Like there's a plan? Like something good is gonna come out of it? Nothing good came out of my drinking. Nothing good came out of me killing that poor girl. Nothing good came out of Joe Collie's drinking. Not a single thing comes out of Leeza not being able to walk again. Nothing good came out of the metric ton of crude oil filling up the bay. And the only thing, the only fucking thing that lets people stand by, watching all this suffering, doing nothing, doing fucking nothing, is the idea that suffering can be a gift from God. What a monstrous idea, Father. MIDNIGHT MASS (2021) | Episode 2 "Book II: Psalms