Knowledge arms: no question.
But how encumbered am I willing to be
Seems an important question.
In poetry, in theology, in dealings with others –
Information can drown.
Think soldiers in Normandy
All their accoutrements
All that gathered up, strapped on, other-imposed equipment
Didn’t liberate them…
(It pulled them down.)
How does one sort through all what others perceive as necessity?
How does one remain equipped
But light enough to stay unencumbered?
Don’t assume the trappings
Just ’cause they’re there for the taking
Don’t take another’s word for what’s needed:
Celebrate the tools
And the capable wielding of them
– I’m not above them, I’m probably below them –
The point is, I’m not them.
Try on the armor perhaps,
See how it feels.
But don’t keep it on just ’cause it’s been offered
Find my tool, trust my voice
E’en though it be a slingshot
Such as these have slain giants: and endured.
So read, consider, deliberate
But stay afloat too
Buoyed and buoyant and in command of one’s own weight
Armed with one’s most well fitting, carefully chosen tools:
For otherwise I may easily succumb ‘neath another’s trammels
I was never meant to carry.