Barely Awake
(“Then Jesus
said to him, ‘Put your sword back into its place; for all who take the sword
will perish by the sword.’” Matthew 26:52)
In our dreams we move faster
than light,
and barely awake we sludge so slowly we dare not move
from right to maybe so. What miracles of fear
and cold sweat escort you 500 miles and 30 years ago
waking cements our ego within its four walls?
And so we draw swords because
evil men are demonic,
though we’ve never seen a devil bleed before.
And so we label them Jezebel and Satanic, cast our unholy spells
we call prayers
while love looks on, divesting us of its name.
Did you see the sweat
like blood,
did you hear the cry of perfect love,
did you consider the cup he drank,
did you consider staying awake?
Those with heavy eyes wield
the swords,
those with light in their soul heal the slain.
The most profound product
of this world
Is
Tears.
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