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Rope

My words are like a rope. The more they extend The more they wrap around my throat. I could wish to show what is; But words begin to tangle And I begin to choke. Would you please untie the knot? My fingers can't find the finish. My eyes can't see the start. Left to my own devices, I can only sever tongue: Adam's apple teeth unleashing, Cutting off what kills when caught. Tasteless, speechless, Silence is my lot. I would rather hear and breathe Than extend the rope Around my throat— Gasping for naught, Grasping at knots— Flailing and failing to find reprieve. --- Whoever restrains his words has knowledge, and he who has a cool spirit is a man of understanding. Even a fool who keeps silent is considered wise; when he closes his lips, he is deemed intelligent. Proverbs 17:27-28 The words of the wise are like goads, and like nails firmly fixed are the collected sayings; they are given by one Shepherd. My son, beware of anything beyond these. Of maki...

I am not wise

I am not wise, Only baptized, In ancient utterance With antiquated voice. Do not mistake articulations Long-discarded, The emissaries' understanding Long-forgotten, For my discerning left from right, My knowing what ought from naught, As if I am he who pierces Shrouding cloud with arcing light. No, I am not wise. Only deep-immersed In distant memories, In longings long out-dated. There is One We knew and know and will know still, Even a Son of Man, Rightly wielding God's redemption. Perfectly announced, Perfectly pronounced, His voice thunders; The mighty cedars bow and break. Though heaven saw his heart, Caring not for outward frame, The horn of oil lavishly was poured Not upon his head Where the diadem of peace sought rest; Rather on his feet it fell, To anoint him with our weeping, To immerse him in our folly's depth. We nailed him to a tree. Its lifeless trunk and branches Our lifeless tools constructed To intersect the height and breadth. Stripped, no sap of life To ...

The One Longed For

You wanted a prince to come as sun shining; one with inheritance coveted and prized, approved and applauded by courts of nobility with lauded lineage, those apparently prudent, those seemingly wise. You wanted one bred for battle and donning armor wrought by man's cunning: the craft of man's honor, man's purchase and praise; one wearing the work of a smith's clanging hammer; his pride forged in fire, bathed in soot and smoke, fashioned from ardent flames birthed to consume, licking up spirit and leaping forth from the combustion of carcasses, the carbon memories of once-living matter fueling the frenzy and feeding the blaze; their insatiable hunger burning for more, the heat of their desire smelting the ore. You sought him majestically arrayed in garments of splendor and pomp, as one treading proudly on all who oppose his rapacious and quenchless desire— wily and weilding weapons of war with fire's ferocious force to acquire, his rea...

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