Dead bones and broken teeth
gnawing through the darkness.
The world trades on empty promises
as do the kings. Collecting souls
with interest. Lo, a blessing for a dollar!
Charging up the devil’s prime rate;
hiding from his due.
Away in a manger; no place for saints,
Wizened serpents crush the breastbones
Of harmless doves clipping their wings
Before flight– or fight.
The wolves are hungry and the sheep sway
Hanging on every word chewing curdled milk
As meat; the substance is chaff.
Oh, the bread we break and water down
With new wine leaving sheep to thirst
All the more while being led away
From heaven’s peace and shore.
The elect sign on as passengers
And steadfastly pay their fare.
Predestinated and calling out
“Lord, Lord!” but remaining
yet unknown.
Thieves stole their ticket
singing a good word but not the Gospel.
Raise up! Tap your feet; clap your hands
In the presence of… me!
The ship is sinking, rather,
crashing on the Rock.
Who will be spared alive?
And I heard Moses ask, “Who is on
The Lord’s side? Let him come unto me.
Jesus asks the same.
And you shall know the truth and the
Truth shall make you free.
And God said, let there be light:
And there was light.
© Brenda Howard 2015
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