*Sometimes suffering teaches you to live
I said to God
Give me the gift of prophecy.
I wanna prophesy.
(That sounds cool)
And then I get to be right.
You wanna be a prophet?
You can be a prophet.
Off you go.
Dream dreams. See wrongdoings.
Get mad at injustice and do crazy things.
Fall in love… With those who don’t reciprocate
Who disregard or exploit your affection
and cause you unrevealed depths of pain.
That is what it means to be prophetic.
It’s not about crystal balls
unless you mean in terms of courage
It’s being deliberately impolite
a deliverer of uncomfortable truths
and it’s certainly not glamorous.
But when you get fed up
what happened to Nineveh
even contrary to your expectations.