10) Hypothetical bully is begging me to take a swing. Maybe I’ve just double-fisted hot fries. Now, what? Abandon the crunch and spicy deliciousness in exchange for empty hands and insatiable fury?
9) The building is on fire and you’re debating the Super Soaker versus a gardening pail: how do you suggest we make it out alive?
8) And should we survive, the bitter knot, not capable of passing through, snowballs into an ugly embolism until the heart is clot with resentment: I cannot fathom greater wreckage of so precious two human beings.
7) My brothers stay encaged for their heartwideopen liberating of love; they could not lock the love up and so put chains to flesh instead. “We have a wrestling not against blood and flesh, but against the governments, against the authorities...”
6) I mean come on, an infant suffers a cranial depression and six broken ribs after a rough tumble with the kitchen floor? “...Against the world rulers of this darkness, against the wicked spirit forces in the heavenly places.”
5) All of that innocent blood dripping from the lips of the lion, can you not discern he is insatiable? The incessant ache for Christ gnawing at its intestines.
4) And yet: “Do you think that I cannot appeal to my Father to supply me at this moment more than 12 legions of angels?”
3) Of all the miracles Jesus performed, I take his patience for granted.
2) Look at the way Jehovah’s patience draws out like a constellation amidst eons of dark; circles its light around the shape of my body; I am floating on this light alone.
1) My king’s arrow is drawn, we will fight at dawn
ABOUT// we recently studied, in depth, the inspiring Bible chapter Ephesians 6 at our meeting; thought I would write a poem about it.
Quotations from: Ephesians 6:12. Matthew 26:53
