Come

Come

(“On Judgment Day, the Ninevites will stand up and give evidence that will condemn this generation, because when Jonah preached to them they changed their lives.” Matthew 12:41 [The Message])

Come and fill me up, this empty scatter that hums like ease;
empty me please, of the matter, the mass that pretends peace,
leaving a vacant ocean.

Come and size me up, this giant ego that bumps the wind;
decrease me please, of the stature, the peak that cartoons me,
late night and shrill fulfillment.

Come and sing to me, this nursery rhyme that tunes the fright;
rewrite me please, of the refrain, the song that fools me short,
like flat and sharp copyrights.

I am still too silent with dust the quiet on the downside of the dam,
I am still too noisy with waves the strident on the upside of the dam.

I am empty I am full.
I am genius I am idiot.
I am flowing I am moss and in another moment
I may cost your attention and buy your affection.

Come and preach to me, this ragged phony that bows for show;
re-see me please, of the actor, the mask that pretends peace,
and leave Your divine presence;
the thriving ocean, midnight hope and plainsong devotion,
a patchwork piece of reality

Please.