I am brought impossibly low
I have descended in love,
I feel it not
The veins in my eyes burst,
The light in my heart scatters
I draw closer to silence
Two items form in the rock,
A pierced apple,
A broken veil
With the last of my strength I clench the former,
With the last of another's I'm given the latter
In spite, I revile,
I pray falsely against you:
Do not gift me this
Do not forget my doing
It is my final request
You must leave me behind
A FICKLE THING
A fickle thing,
that which builds himself a trap,
configures it,
ensares himself,
and wails for mercy from the LORD his God.
One might react to such a case with uncertainty,
unsure of what His first utterances could be.
“Is this the same man that was bought at a price?
That was purchased at the cost of the only thing Good?”
Yet the LORD remains sound with disappointing investments,
†for it is not his children who compile His interest.
Our entertainment entertains a question:
What is more perplexing,
the heart of man,
or the mind of God?
Surely omniscience is not as simple as passed classes, but what could be less confusing then explicit commands?
The heart's very structure is shrouded in entropy,
‡surmising death and destruction all while believing it is truly Good.
Therefore,
We have no assurance of what man might provoke,
⹋but every assurance of how God will respond.
†Luke 19:23-24, ‡Jeremiah 17:9, ⹋Exodus 33:19
“What good is healing if it isn't accredited to the Healer?”
Much indeed.
“But what good is healing if it does not bring Him Glory?”
None at all.
“Yet what is out of God's reach?”
Nothing.
Hear, and then do.
†If you cannot do, you have not heard.
‡If you have not heard, you cannot do.
†James 1:17, ‡James 1:22
You've left the Lord behind.
Such wisdom!
†What embrace is there for those who stay?
Your heart is hardened shut.
Such tender!
‡What would God reveal with a soft Pharaoh?
You've lost your sense of sight.
Such vision!
⹋What can open that hasn't been closed?
Brothers and sisters,
without mercy, grace, and forgiveness,
we have nothing.
This is the true end of The Way:
that man would learn to die;
To be what he won’t,
And to love who he can't.
†Luke 15:20, ‡Exodus 1:10, ⹋Matthew 5:3
EMPIRIA
Men and women of the academic secular,
lend me your probabilities.
In the presentation of such demanding truth,
where are your calculations?
Where has your mastery gone?
†A man claimed to be God,
and people believed him.
Do we pretend not to know his name?
“There is no need for a Savior.”
Look!
Where conservatives preserve the body of evil,
progressives grow its appendages;
Where one child is born,
two disappear;
Where community is exalted,
‡we renounce our neighbor.
Did we gain?
Nevertheless,
God has not gifted you free will so that I might discourage you to use it;
the Lord has weathered greater plagues than doubt.
Even so, as we riddle with death:
How does one, born of decay, preserve life?
I do not pretend to understand the complexities of this life,
⹋but I do claim Christ as its resolution.
†John 10:30, ‡Matthew 25:42-43, ⹋1 Corinthians 15:21-22
“HE NEVER WILL, HE NEVER WILL”
†Concern yourselves not with the things of the dark,
for they are infinite in variety,
and continue to multiply.
Fight for love,
no matter what Satan says,
and no matter how far you stray.
‡Love is the meaning of life.
†Ephesians 5:11-14, ‡1 John 4:7-12
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Christian literature is unique in that it isn’t, but holistically dependent upon another Word. The means by which it freshens a man's heart is it's only divergence.
Out of pretty words comes a dangerous arrogance. Nothing is as eloquent as careful obedience.
Likewise, without the Spirit, may the following pieces fall.
Amen.