Something about the way she spits “stories” out
When referring to God’s Holy Book
Elicits a distressed damsel
on the horseback of her beloved knight, moments
on the horseback of her beloved knight, moments
After slaying a saw-toothed dragon
or something equally
Entertaining, fabricated, fictitious.
I can see bible characters dancing a two-step
Around her mind’s eye:
Noah and his dove chirping its newfound canticle;
Baby Jesus tucked into the manger;
Baby Jesus babbling bubbling bobbles of knowledge;
Baby Jesus Always Mary’s Infantile Miracle
Always.
Baby.
Jesus.
But what ever became of his breath or blood?
When the serpent seduced the woman
(Bowing to her sweet altar of fruitless sin),
Were my own two feet not driven from the
Flaming swords of fire at the garden’s gates?
And how many miles I have sprinted alongside Jonah!
His hand in mine,
Each footfall and burning gush of lung
in sync with the other.
Together we feigned escape
While the weight of responsibility kicked at our heels.
I can still feel his eyes burning into my own
As we crouched gutless inside the whales gut:
Even here, the eyes of God are alight with glory.
And what of my fellow poet and bleeding heart, Jeremiah?
Real mantears soiling my skin as we mourned the
Loss of Motherhood.
Did he not- with his own aching lamentation- teach
Me how to cry loudly into one palm
while still cradling hope in the other?
while still cradling hope in the other?
The woman who wept at our Lord's feet,
a harlot among The One hand-cut of heaven
Saul, the killer of Christ's brothers
And I, a sinner if ever there was one--
We have pined and repined at our unworthiness,
all the while throwing our arms up to the sky in gratitude.
Or as the Tempter taunted Jesus to kill himself
Were my own wrists not minutes away from the blade?
A beckoning to let go of a burden
that was not mine to bear.
If all you hear are vowels and nouns,
characters stuck in an ancient fable
and not the voice of God Himself,
I challenge you to peer deeper.
Scriptural references: Genesis 3:1-5, 23-24; Jonah 1:3, 2:1-9; Lamentations 1:1, 16; Luke 7:37, 38; Acts 8:1-3; Matthew 4:5, 6
About// "The word of God is alive and exerts power and is sharper than any two-edged sword and pierces even to the dividing of soul and spirit, and of joints from the marrow, and is able to discern thoughts and intentions of the heart." -Hebrews 4:12
a harlot among The One hand-cut of heaven
Saul, the killer of Christ's brothers
And I, a sinner if ever there was one--
We have pined and repined at our unworthiness,
all the while throwing our arms up to the sky in gratitude.
Or as the Tempter taunted Jesus to kill himself
Were my own wrists not minutes away from the blade?
A beckoning to let go of a burden
that was not mine to bear.
If all you hear are vowels and nouns,
characters stuck in an ancient fable
and not the voice of God Himself,
I challenge you to peer deeper.
Scriptural references: Genesis 3:1-5, 23-24; Jonah 1:3, 2:1-9; Lamentations 1:1, 16; Luke 7:37, 38; Acts 8:1-3; Matthew 4:5, 6
About// "The word of God is alive and exerts power and is sharper than any two-edged sword and pierces even to the dividing of soul and spirit, and of joints from the marrow, and is able to discern thoughts and intentions of the heart." -Hebrews 4:12
