With sweat still dripping from his naked chest,
Seeing my tear drip from my eye to my ear,
My vicar traded guilt for my reticence:
He whispered, “So deep is the slumber,
That death is the only awakening.
Comfort is the god of the complacent-
Defended and free
to allure even the kindest heart away from his maker.
Confronted are those who call themselves redeemed
as the God of mercy presents a distraction-free Jesus
to those he desperately wants to set free.
To wander and hunger is salvation.
‘Come out of the darkness!’ is the whisper of the unseen giant.
The demonic forces tremble
as the Saints
worship the Defeater of Death-
-knowing that his rise upon the mountain
casts a shadow that shall comfort even the coldest soul
if it were willing to reach out for him.”
With blood still dripping from my naked breast,
Seeing his eye drop to his ear,
I offered the rebuttal for his guilt:
“So deep is the slumber,” I objected,
“that Truth is the only awakening.
Justification is the god of the religious,
defended and free
to allure even the most elusive prey.
Lofty are those who call themselves forgiven
as the they present a confrontational Jesus
to those they desperately want to bind.
To wander in the darkness is hunger,
and salvation is lamenting
the barbaric yawp of broken humanity.
The antagonistic forces tremble
as the Defective
worship the Defeater of Injustice-
-knowing that their rise upon the mountain
casts a shadow that won’t comfort even the coldest soul
of the redeemed.”