Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Behold, This Was the Iniquity of Thy Sister Sodom

We're a people

Too oppressively blind

To what's around us,

To the great depression of our time.

Theological speculation

Coupled with a New Law,

A religious subordination

Delivering killing blows

To even the humblest aspirations

Of both social and spiritual justice.

The orphan left fatherless,

The widow left comfortless

And the lost left unpursued…

Can we wash our hands of these?

This blessed bride is on her back,

Whoring herself out

To the wolves in sheep's clothing,

The self-proclaimed saviors

On Capitol Hill.

We've lost our way.

And I'm guilty of this too.

I'm guilty of washing my hands

Of the blood, of the pain,

Of the dirt and the stains…

We're a people comfortable in our high castle.

We're afraid to soil our robes, to soil our feet.

We're a kingdom out of touch with the needs

Of the people crying out for deliverance.

We're the worst of the worst

And it cannot be said of us,

"The meek shall inherit the earth."

Ezekiel 16:48-50

-Originally written June 3, 2007

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