Suffering Creation (New Revised Version)
Could this world be my crucible?
That sticking place,
Your expressionless face.
That melting pot, separating me
flesh from soul.
You draw me in and make me whole.
Is this act my one last try?
So many failures behind
those cold grey eyes.
Bloodied finger nails,
Sweet electric chair
ambassador of death, pulling at my hair.
Darling, could you take me now?
For One's benevolence pleases us.
It is my crutch and cast,
weeping baby Jesus,
that takes me to heaven's door.
Angels' wings cannot hold me anymore.
Paradise; fallen from the start?
That which was declared 'Good'
so easily torn apart.
Part of the plan. A plan
bigger than my God-made mind can
fathom. Shoot me now for I
wonder who's to blame?
God- Adam by another name?
The Bridegroom that beats the Bride...
ripping Her broken frame.
Yes, we solve sin with violence,
casting your little children
into lonely silence.
Lover, could you take me now?
For eternal life with you,
would surely be bliss.
When end-time comes
to take me home. You can
judge me then: for I judge you now.
You the powerful, the omni-accountable; you permitted this.
By Beckie
© 2007 Beckie
(All rights reserved)
| |