The Uncommon Denominator

When eyes dart away and the whispers
slither behind your back,
snake-like hisses of sly innuendo
defaming your game,

You have to look for the common denominator.

When you enter a room and
everybody’s suddenly deeply involved
in intense conversation about
nothing and
you can’t even get a smile
or a drink
from the host,

You have to look for the common denominator.

When your credit’s no good at the local bar
and the friends you used to drink with
suddenly have
other things to do that don’t include you,

You have to look for the common denominator.

When you are seeing enemies behind
every smile
and the smallest comment makes you wonder
who is out to get you now,

You have to look for the common denominator.

When you can’t even go outside
without wondering if you should
stay in and hide
and your heart races like a formula one
and you’re wondering if you should
stand or run,

You have to look for the common denominator.

And, most times, that common denominator is you. The urge to respond with anger, to open the floodgates of pain and rain ugliness down upon the world, making everybody else feel the way you do, or at least, take away their happy and satisfied mood. Imagined slights lead to unforgiveable fights and that friendship that might have been? Gone, with the wind. That person you admired is wondering what the hell lit your fire and is shaking his or her head, writing you off instead as another crazy, another emotion-driven piece of work that isn’t even worth the dirt you’re standing on, and moving on into the light, leaving you behind, to work on that self-disrespecting plight that’s got you going off on people you don’t even know, as if this were some kind of reality show where it’s your job to be one of the faceless mob, just another guest on Jerry Springer, giving the whole world the finger to satisfy your own sense of self-disgust and misplaced distrust.

Apologize and say you’re sorry. Swallow your pride and suck it up inside. Make amends and cherish friends, do no harm to others and you’ll have more brothers and sisters too, don’t let your emotional flu get a hold of you and change your game to the point where you look insane.

Look for the common denominator.

Now. Not later. Check those hidden closets in your mind, and the guilty culprit you’re sure to find. You’ll hit paydirt and no longer cater to the base emotional self, once the habit sets in, you’re sure to win. Until then, try to be cognizant of your patterns of sin and the fact that it’s a choice, to respond with either action or voice to perceived provocations and slights, to take the high road or to go down that dark path again, and fight.

Don’t be the common denominator in equations of pain and heartache, let your soul stake its claim and move from infamy to fame as a shining beacon of light. Oh, and on your way up? Shine some light down on me, so I can see my way past this mired quagmire of doubt. I’m ashamed to shout but that Holy Spirit is near, I can hear the Heavenly Chorus, shouting Hallelujah and Amen!

And that’s the uncommon denominator.

Choosing to be better than you were yesterday, choosing to take a different way, looking for better words to say. Concentrating on something besides yourself, looking for emotional and not material wealth, being the answer and not the question, living in utter candor realizing your blessings. Testing continues, day in and day out, blessings accrue, beyond any doubt and those symptoms of living pain? Get washed away, without a stain. Moving on, into the Now, leaving behind all Sacred Chaos.

The uncommon denominator stands out.

And everything that came before? Mere stumbles, on the way through the door to the rest of your life, moments of strife before love was applied. After which, your former Self is denied, because you’ve finally seen the light. All because you chose,

To look for the common denominator.

But found that the uncommon denominator was you.


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