Joseph, Joseph. Joseph brought me here. |
My emotions fly to the tree heights, |
As feet scuffle through dead/live leaves. |
I am in thy Holy Sanctuary. |
Where I fear God but I am not afraid. |
Neither jeers of the world nor misguided members |
Can touch me, for I am touched of the spirit. |
I am home, where I am loved unconditionally. |
I have many sons, all are beloved, |
Father many children not of my blood. |
In the peace of thy Sacred Grove I hear, |
The Thank You, the Thank You. |
No one can comprehend but ONE the pain, |
Of the withdrawal of the Father's |
Outstretched arms, Arms that members could, |
Have extended as God can not reveal himself. |
Someone has taught them reluctance. |
Someone has failed them to be inclusive. |
For that failure, these valiant acts, |
We thy children no matter our state, |
Have been wasted, utterly discarded, |
Foolishly misunderstood, falsely accused. |
Not on this earth will I ever understand, |
Such treatment, even by the Lord's anointed. |
Forgiveness crosses my lips like, |
Silverware touching a filling. |
Quiet peace, peace thy grove comforts. |
The wind rustles, the leaves scurry, |
My bloody knuckles are arthritic. |
I must serve another God for lack of love. |
I am re-excommunicated, re-evaluated. |
Sick of the apathy, the self righteousness, |
That has unwelcomed me, A Gay Man, |
To a church of people but not in the |
Grove of the Sacred. |