Much Simpler
(“You have
been given the chance to understand the secrets of the kingdom of Heaven.” Matthew 13:11)
Don’t say a thing. Just
listen.
When some see a serpent
and call him a saint,
when some see a servant and say he ain’t,
isn’t it about time we stop digging in graveyards
to find a spitting image
that conforms to our fanciful parades about living?
Secrets are not the same
as conspiracies,
the kingdom’s keys are much simpler than that.
Power in weakness, tears in strength
are the earthy recipe for heaven’s width and length.
When we see a vagabond
and call her a vagrant,
when we see a singer and call her a siren,
isn’t it about time we stop projecting our movies
on the of paperback
bibles that confirm our king james boxes of doctrines.
Shadeless hands are the
kingdom’s first gardeners,
no darkness that complicates the fields.
Earthen and single, seeds and cereal,
the seed revives only after burial.
Don’t feign a thing.
Parables.
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