Perhaps it may turn out a sang,
Perhaps turn out a sermon.

-- R. Burns Epistle to a Young Friend

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Just Thinking



Why is this a day like no other?

On this day we remember:
The destitute longing to act
Across the barrier of distance
And circumstance,
Vicarious horror
In the rippling of diabolical choices,
Confusion, anger, agony, and resolve,
Courage – desperately calm,
Quietly reckless courage,
And faith.

We expected transformation,
Renovation, revolution;
Our passions were manipulated,
The sacred truth was desecrated, 
Liberty was regulated.
For righteous vengeance
We were given guilt
Meant to mitigate a healthy hate.

We forget, 
We instant, just add water Christians,
That hidden roots grow deep
In leafless, fruitless winter, 
That metamorphosis means a cocoon,
And resurrection needs a tomb.
The darkness is upon us and we sleep
To rise at break of day
And wash away the iniquity
In hope and holiness, and love.

3 comments:

John Lien said...

That was good. Thanks!

mushroom said...

Glad you like it, John.

Rick said...

"And resurrection needs a tomb."
Perfect.