Fallen
A euphemism for the world.
Why not Shattered?:
The mirror of God
Smashed by His reflection,
Lacerating Man,
His hand.
I know it here, blindly—
In the foreign streetlights,
The yellow line in headlights,
Tired, with hours behind,
Dead tired, and hours ahead
Unknown.
I know it
Like failing memory,
Like laughter at a casket,
Like another movie,
Another song,
Another, another, all life long,
Till all’s a barren land.
Groping man questions God.
Does He,
Answering,
Grope for Man?
In the beginning:
Eden’s light.
In the beginning:
God’s delight:
The sun, the moon,
First day, first night,
Land, plant, bird, beast,
Adam, Eve — all’s Right.
Shattered
The world growing older,
Growing colder—
Dark creatures waging war,
Cracked Nature exacting toll,
Hungry Night drinking souls.
And then, the Great Revenge,
The Paragon of the Plans of Men—
Jesus beat and beat again.
Pound
The nail repays our tortured years.
Pound
The nail demands he feels our tears.
Pound
Demonic joy at striking back.
Eye for eye.
Tooth for tooth.
Life for life.
Somehow the sun that hid,
Returned.
Revenge,
Sickening sweet,
Brought about its own defeat:
Guilt assuaged.
Sin undone.
As in heaven,
On earth begun.
The empty tomb,
The final step.
The miracle?
Jesus wept.
Wow.