Wide Open

Wide Open

(“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was fully God.” John 1:1)

Wide open is where I want to stay,
walking on the paths, laughing daffodils and
seeing your Lyrics in every passing cloud.

Every missile launched rewrites the history
that divine language has conceived. Every
reference to war
erases the First metaphor written in
holy DNA; the life of the Beloved.

Every day is a rehearsal and bids us
memorize
the Song we first heard that caused us to
swoon at the mention of the Prince of Peace.
Every moment bids us to come closer to the
Sound we might have rejected had we
shut our ears to the Song that carried us
from a single spot of dirt on the earth
you created in Artistic collaboration.

Every piercing remark leaves a scar on
the hearts that were meant to dance at the
invitation to war-no-more.

We are curious
and want to hear more. We throw ourselves open
and listen for the beginning from the end,
for the Message you sent from front to back,
around the utter reaches of universal stars to
the patch of earth occupied by two simple feet
learning to Dance anew.

Tear it Down

Tear it Down

(“I know your works, your love, faith, service, and endurance, and that your last works are greater than the first.” Revelation 2:19)

The world’s gone insane, and those who wrap themselves
in Jesus’ name,
and God’s love,
and speaking in tongues,
and knowing the hymns

Did not shudder when Clayton Locket writhed
43 minutes
on the table after injected with
the trinity dose of death the state bought from
pharmacologicals who don’t mind making a buck off death.

Not only did they not shudder,
when the story was told one study around
a table
so quickly the mouth opened “And how long did
his victims suffer?”

And the thunder came down, and the lightning bruised the sky
from top to bottom,
the tombs opened and saints walked the earth when the Son of God
in

Agony

Suffered for sinners: murderers, thieves, hypocrites and big-mouths
like me-like you
who
can’t keep our mouths shut long enough to consider

What is it Our God Would Do? And who want to change history
to prove how we’ve always been Christians from shore to shore,
and from one border they want to double-wall, and the other
northern where scary Muslims arrive.

And yet Jesus went out of His way to talk to Samaritans,
And Jesus chose Paul-the-terrorist for His team,
And Jesus told Peter to put down his sword,
And Jesus is called the Prince of Peace,
And Jesus blesses the peaceMakers as His children.

And, yes the victims suffered, no question about that. But, you
who want your Second Amendment guns, why don’t you also desire
no punishment to be cruel or unusual; clear as the militia mentioned in
Constitutional script.

Cover it, Cover it with compassion. Die to self, don’t lie to self,
and let the walls come crashing that we
rebuilt shortly after Jesus ripped them down,
tore them down bare-knuckled, with bleeding hands,
the wall of separation that kept man from man,
land from land, and made the 2 into 1 (have you not read?)
You were never commissioned to rebuild it again.

Tear it down, tear it down with compassion. Die to self, don’t lie to self,
and let the arms receive the worst offenders in the same arms spread
across the lumber for you and I.