The Preacher

A simple expression, challenging the 'so called' profound, as if 'profound' is more insightful, has greater understanding, and that it could not be expressed in a simple way, when there is no ultimate, we are all just strangers with ideas of grandeur, there are only ideas, there are no statements of truth, the kind of thing to inspire, to change a heart, reality can hold a cold feeling, it may not be a lover, it has though, to be addressed, to be met, and is unlikely to come in a vision of dream, and being alone is a lonely place, until you understand what it really is, and it is about the absence of fear, and it is about courage, and it is about acceptance of a present situation, and then the preacher hides behinds the curtains of his unknowing, he stands up there on Sunday mornings, pretending to be in touch with truth, and he stands there emptily, as in his heart there is no assurance, and out of his heart there perhaps may be some kind of dread, but its alright, because he is the preacher and you trust in him, and he would never think of leading you astray, he takes what you were slightly thinking of, to a place of spirituality, he is your ambassador and could even rise to become your own personal saint, so what do you have to worry about?