I searched for you.
The paradigm of everything
I never wanted to be.
From the shelter
of the stained glass and burgundy bricks
I looked for the signs of
YOU.
Jessie.
Jezebel.
Red cheeks, earrings and scantily clad,
yeah, that had to be you.
As I watched you,
judgement sat on me
as a heavy cloak,
or a bird of prey,
waiting for the kill.
But then,
you walked behind my fortress
fell on your face and prayed.
I saw with amazement
the wonder
as you excepted the love
the others worshipped
with split tongue
but denied.
You caused me to look around
in the safety of the drab walls
and deeper I searched
and found
underneath the long skirts and nappy hair
you lurked.
The insidiousness of your plan so simple
yet genius.
Blinding the truth
and giving it the clothing of self righteousness
you were able to walk in pride,
behind a facade of loving acceptance,
knowing you really loathed the truth
but still hoarded it
and banged your wooden throne
until we were ashamed into
submitting to a blind leader.
I looked again
and saw within you
lust and bitterness,
hatred and sin.
Where love and acceptance should have lived
darkness made it's abode,
all hid by a Sunday morning
song and dance,
with the facade of a potluck smile.
So sad
when running to the light
requires a spiritual fight
and it's the enemy who uses
US
those who can help,
to mortally wound the children
who need
Christ.
Get it Right.