False Projections
(“And in their greed they will exploit you with
deceptive words.” 2 Peter 2:3a)
You’ve made you words
tools so slick
they mention “grace” and trick the ear to follow
your foolish ways that, discovered further and later,
alter the abundance called charis into a claustrophobic
closet of destruction.
they mention “grace” and trick the ear to follow
your foolish ways that, discovered further and later,
alter the abundance called charis into a claustrophobic
closet of destruction.
You love so well, it
would seem, that your words go
down sweetly, honey and cream,
and sell the love that smothers truth from young lungs
not yet learning to lie.
down sweetly, honey and cream,
and sell the love that smothers truth from young lungs
not yet learning to lie.
You give so well, it
appears; charity of time and money,
cash and minutes…yet disappears at the first sign
the chosen few can see through your veiled morality.
cash and minutes…yet disappears at the first sign
the chosen few can see through your veiled morality.
Sometimes it takes years
to dig deep enough to know
the truth you’ve been hearing
is no truth at all. And sometimes
it takes more light to come out of a cavern
than it did to be ushered within.
the truth you’ve been hearing
is no truth at all. And sometimes
it takes more light to come out of a cavern
than it did to be ushered within.
Be the beloved and leave
the shovels of treasure seeking
behind the shed;
see the rain the waters the seed, that disturbs the earth,
moving clods aside to embrace the sun (along with
every other sprout planted with purpose or
scattered haphazard)
behind the shed;
see the rain the waters the seed, that disturbs the earth,
moving clods aside to embrace the sun (along with
every other sprout planted with purpose or
scattered haphazard)
Share the coveted place
inside the crowded spaces
where finally the light has broken the voices that
vanish like the morning fog near noon. They
held nothing and offered less; their smiles
were aliases for minds waiting to deploy their
final appeal. Padding their philosophy with
references to karma or “sowing and reaping”
they live in style until
where finally the light has broken the voices that
vanish like the morning fog near noon. They
held nothing and offered less; their smiles
were aliases for minds waiting to deploy their
final appeal. Padding their philosophy with
references to karma or “sowing and reaping”
they live in style until
The light dispels their false projection on old barn doors.
I'm reminded of Jude verses 12 and 13:
ReplyDeleteThese are the men who are hidden reefs in your love feasts when they feast with you without fear, caring for themselves;
clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn trees without fruit, doubly dead, uprooted;
wild waves of the sea, casting up their own shame like foam;
wandering stars, for whom the black darkness has been reserved forever.