Walk On By

What are you going to walk on by today?

There’s all sorts of stuff all around you. Wonderful things. Beautiful things. Interesting things. Why don’t you look at them? What are you paying attention to instead?

What candles are you hiding under your bushel? What face could you show to the world that you’re hiding? Is there some better you, afraid to be thought a square, erecting a mildewed facade to please the worst of the passersby?

Walk on by. Get off my lawn! No reason to be there. Come up on my porch instead.