be that which is – necessary;

no longer-

required.

to understand the difference…

you speak to me –

indiscriminately.

unobliging as moon,

to midnight!

pompous –

you are.

supreme to my inadequacy;

omnipotent as sun,

in a sky devoid of clouds…

and even as i try to – not believe,

your matter of fact impales my –

un-faith.

leaves me,

clinging to your strong –

devours my –

weak!

life contained in boxes of obligation.

regimented interaction.

and if –

by chance –

a tear appears in the fabric of allowed –

all accommodation cast aside.

what is it –

that you do –

elevates your who to platforms of suppose?

were we not formed as equal parts from the same mind that imagined all creation?

what you hold in your heart will just as freely fit in mine.

however –

words of contempt you allow freedom to escape –

like whispers that crash impetuously upon the shore of my content…

audacious –

your you.

self-contained within walls of presume.

all the while –

held prisoner behind eyes that appear to look,

but sadly –

cannot see…

outstretched –
without restriction –
a hand.

offered –
free –
unqualified –
open arms of compassion.
simple things all too often taken for granted.

confined to rooms of routine,
we lose the passion for living –
commit ourselves to merely,
life.

for some of us,
the process suffocating.
disallowed to authenticate our disillusion,
we pursue alternative methods of engagement.
once unrestrained,
the freedom from mundane becomes our drug of choice.

and you.
standing defiant in your Chasuble of condemnation –
conspire to chastise –
categorize our behavior within paradigms of dissension.
i suppose,
if measured by standards of secular jurisprudence,
our mercurial behavior could be considered deviant –
perhaps radical.
however,
if allowed,
prayer for judgment?

how can you stand in posture of authority over courts of supposition?
surely you do not feel justified to gather stones!
how can you entertain acts of accommodation with conviction –
pass sentence for crimes you merely postulate as accused –
ill-informed,
bearing witness to effect,

yet no affiliation with the cause…

indiscriminate –

obtrusive –

the frustration of a reality unintended.

what purpose creation –

ownership of concept –

if allowed to be flawed?

to try to understand the purpose of life without accepting the eventuality of death is frivolous – fictitious.

what would define hope if everything imagined was real –

tangible?

what reason would there be for faith in a world lacking supposition?

so often we raise our voice –

scream callous denigration –

to anyone that deviates from our predetermined paradigms of socially accepted behavior.

and if our articulation of doctrine fails to assuage the masses,

we reach into our arsenal of jurisprudence –

recite with zealous intent retributions from apocrypha of self-assumed conviction…

in the end –

judgment.

regardless action without faith –

faith without action –

submission to the author of creation stands paramount to absolution.

and yet i see you standing there –

self-imposed elevation –

placing accoutrements of irrelevance on the scale of (un)belief…

i read –
and was forever changed.

isn’t that the beauty of this experience called life?
the ownership of interpretation?
to understand that which moves me,
may cause no similar response in you.

each time i enter this room of share,
i say a prayer before touching the keys.
to imply the words are mine would be considered the most elevated evidence of tyranny.
most often,
i rather hold close the thoughts –
contain them within the rooms of my displeasure.
however, the holder of the latch will not comply –
and all at once –
escape…

and so it goes.
these words i borrow;
thoughts entertained on visits from countries i have yet to travel –
journeys un-begun.

tonight i stand upon the balcony of suppose –
gaze longingly upon the setting sun –
surrender without reluctance my care.
what if i wake tomorrow?
what matter will it make –
these thoughts?

perhaps upon passing,
you will linger.
just long enough to take breath.
and as quickly as your exhale,
the moment gone.

apropos of disengage,
your read,
will fall along the side –
random highway –
unnamed –
so all-too-soon,
forgotten…

if we can pass by – on the street – our brother without a coat,

standing in the rain.

if we can ignore – sitting all alone –

our sister giving in to demons,

resistance gone.

 
if we can close our eyes at night –

recite prayers inclined to elevate our us,

and yet recuse ourselves from ownership of the sin of indifference,

what merit is there in our testimony?

how can we utter allegiance to this God we’ve never seen,

yet disallow admittance of even the least of these into our sanctuary?

 
voices,

we have.

and yet we choose silence.

all the while –

on bended knee –

assuming blessing we simply have not earned…