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As the child of my mind lay dying . . .
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I, alone, with wither’d hand, gasp last, angry breath.
Why did you lie, do you hide when I call,
did you give me words that are wrong?
I cannot believe you, I cannot believe
Anything.

Trusted you, you alone, put aside all others.
Why did you lie, do you hide when I call,
did you give me words that are wrong?
Promising Truth and Right alone within
Your Book.

Speak to me, you foul-formed God, tell me I am Right.
Why did you lie, do you hide when I call,
did you give me words that are wrong?
My Truth is gone, my hiding place was
Opened.

One last scream, alone in dark, afraid to see your Face,
Why did you lie, do you hide when I call,
did you give me words that are wrong?
All gone and gone and dead, all thrown
Away.

Empty am i
Silent am i
Still am i
alone
i

I feel a touch upon my heart,
A brush of Love of pure divine,
Inhaling from Your holy breath,
A spirit echo of Your Mind
A book, You show, can hold the truth,
Fixed by a time and place and land,
But You who cannot be contained,
Who shaped me with Your loving hand,
Want more from me than simple words
Written anciently by others,
To move abroad, with men of faith,
To think and love my brothers.

I promise to do as you say,
To listen when you call,
With book, and hands,
And head, and heart,
The last one
First of
all.

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