Calling All Cowards

Oh, how he loves cowards!  How he is drawn to them.  Irresistibly.  They are his favorites.  Those who sit in corners at parties.  Those who try to look like they don’t mind being alone.  Those who would rather be at home.  Those who simply stay away.

Oh how he loves cowards!  The ones who can’t look up.  Those who mumble and shuffle and swallow hard.  Those who think of the right thing to say after everyone has left.   Those who promise themselves – once again – that next time it will be different.

Oh how he loves cowards!  The ones who constantly disappoint themselves.  Those who know what they should do, and don’t.  Those who play it safe even as the world dies around them. Those who know before they begin that they don’t have what it takes.

Oh, come to me cowards of all kinds!  Line up here.  For we are the chosen ones.  He comes for us first.  Why?  Because we have nothing to offer him.  Nothing but our cowardice.  And that is exactly what he wants.  For the Hero-God needs a coward or two to shine through.

Cherie D