I stare, look you up and down;
Congrats! I get the better crown!
Who I am is better than you,
Much better house, much better shoe.
When my yardstick hits the grading curve,
I’m superior, so I deserve-
a life of riches, power, love;
God’s perfect justice, peace’s dove!
Don’t look at the real standard-
measuring stick of God’s Word.
(Corinthians 10:12).
My friend’s candor stung,
searing to my heart
tears forced from my eyes.
Brought litigation to her
of being harsh;
her reply turned my head-
It’s not the light that hurts you,
it’s what the light reveals.
The raised rock
shows the base,
the crass,
what is filthy
when the light hits it.
Once dewy-skinned youth
kissed me-
her and I smiled,
shimmer my best friend.
Soft, sensitive, supple
my inner voice earnestly appealed.
Now the flakes,
shed in snowy patches;
hidden thoughts etched in every facial line.
Didn’t respond to Him
in my young days,
now third degree burns with throat-closing stench
from seared palms, seared conscience.
Bombastic, dense grey web
complexities;
high-blown brilliance
often inferior to
raw candor,
simple rhyme;
waterfalls from
an innocent heart.
Take council
from the rank heart,
Judas kiss, apparent devotion
at the Peak of it all-
as the faithful crowd watches on,
cheers the hypocrisy,
until (there is nothing hidden, that
will not be revealed)
the light of day shows you.
You lower your
immense hand to me;
gentle majesty apparent.
Softly restrain power,
glory,
to pick up my pieces and make something
new.
The words shower down
and nestle in the heart-
germinate
to full bloom lilies
to the thoughts.
In their music
Shaping, subtley
our generations.
Serpentine arms
enfold me, wobbly, tentative;
affection yearned for still,
in spite of almost adult proportions.
What would you do to trap my heart?
Would you grasp ,
clutch a cloud-
wrap it around me,
like an angora sweater?
Dig to the core of the earth
and show me the grit under your nails?
Would you take the nails like He did?
Stagger to an end that’s my new beginning?
When cynicism and truth
seem wedded,
holy zeal is cruel.
disue 