A Pearl of Great Price

Lord, I want to love you more than the screen, 

that giant, lulling screen, infantilizing the mind. 

I want to love you more than comfort, 

the physical deadness of the plush sofa throne. 

Could I love you more than being liked, 

when they say "weak" and "no thanks,"

and another rejection's in the inbox, 

the stab I'm getting numb to. 

Is he ill? Worse, he's discouraged, 

a wanderer absorbed in his own tragedy. 

Pick him up, Lord, set him on the path, 

the path of loving You more.