Proven fool

I spend my time perfecting my skills as a pontificating windbag. I hear myself babble and still cannot contain the desire to let everyone within earshot know that I am the village idiot. Sure I do some good but isn't it about being silent and living an example that clearly demonstrates wise action. Instead, I stand here rambling as fast as I can attempting to fit as many words into each sentence to impress all ears that hear and all eyes that see. Nevermind the fact that whatever seems to come out has the appearance and smell of self righteous earwax. I am tired of trying to be something that I am not. It wearies me to overlook my own garbage in pursuit of the moment of joy it gives me to help someone else out with their baggage. Lord should I stand on the sideline and keep silent or get in the game and see if maybe one word of encouragement I give helps someone stop hurting so badly? Is this what I have been given the choice of being a fool and letting everyone know it but doing some good along the way or remaining quiet and saying nothing as they struggle so that I may someday become a wise person? There are so many truths about me. Yes, I am a fool and speak too freely, talk too much about myself and do goofy things that make people point me out. Yes, I make them laugh and I care when they need their spirits lifted by a man not afraid to suffer some humiliation for their joy. Yes, I sing my heart out so that they know the time has come to rejoice your name and give back every blessing in praise. Yes, I want to be loved for exactly who I am and am sorry that they don't understand my cry for acceptance or understand that singing as I do brings me closer to you. Yes, I know this is who you sent me to be. Yes, I am proud to be your son and hope to make you proud of me. No, I will not stand bye when I can share some small piece of the love you have given me that gets someone through their most difficult day. I will reside in my place and pray you give me the gifts of humility and silence.
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