A short reflection on Genesis 25:29-34.
Never thought much
of Grandfather’s crazy visions.
What good is being chosen
for generations of delayed gratification?
Let me be wild and free,
not bound by a thing I will never see.
Keep your empty promises;
just pass me a bowl of that red stuff.
gosh, this is so beautiful… heart-wrenching, sad, and sadly, very relatable :’-(
Thank you, Billy!