If you read this you will learn I disagree with you profoundly
Not only in word but in deed
You will discover that I have been listening and rather than
Blindly taking you in I have been taking notes
You have created an armor of self-righteousness about you
But you haven’t been righteous
You trampled past the least of these
Wearing the mantle of Samaritan – good and bedecked in glory
While the wounded lay bleeding smack dab in the middle of the road
You didn’t even notice
You were on a mission
And that gave you permission to disregard
The bodies you left in your wake
To leave people crying
Scarred, scared and confused
You trampled past the earth’s pains
Scoffed at the neediness around you
Calling it want
Finding it weak
You wrapped yourself in superiority and called it authenticity
Donned a suit of narcissism and heralded it mindfulness
You spoke of love
But knew no intimacy
You talked of God
And anointed yourself one
Do I sound angry, defensive even?
You bet I am
There is nothing so self-serving
As a doctrine that shuts out discourse
A Paradise without freewill
God knew this
He created Paradox
Reveled in it even
Cried tears of blood
At the sacrifice he made
For messy creatures
Even came to wade in their soup
And when Lazarus died he was sorry for the loss
Though he knew a better day was coming
He never once turned from his pain
He embraced all that it meant to be human
In a garden, in a stable
In an earth that’s being eaten alive
He never turned his face from it
And, the animals and the dust that you deem less
He knew would cry out his name
Demons aren’t around every corner
They’re in you
And, they disguise themselves as love
Metered out and measured
Given out to some and not to others
On a whim
You are not a person
But a spirit, an idea
That has taken over an age
Of what it means to be good
And right and
Justified
Let me tell you…
It’s not good enough