Instead of a twilight conversation
Whilst walking together in the garden,
I’m still hiding in the bushes, ashamed,
In my crudely fashioned vegan loincloth.
Rather than learning from my young brother
I am murderously jealous of him,
And deny responsibility when
Asked of his whereabouts and wellbeing.
Rescued from the coming cataclysm,
Without any attempt to intercede,
After the noisome lifeboat runs aground,
I lie dead drunk beneath the rainbow’s arc
When told the world was my inheritance
I choose to take shortcuts believing
Time is short and I know better and can
Abuse and dispose of people at will.
When I run from the consequences of
My duplicity, and angels descend
On my uncomfortable, wayside bed,
I awake to continue the same way.
I wrestle through the night, to seek God’s face,
Hiding behind those sent ahead, before
I am willing to limp across the stream
Of history to embrace my brother.
Puffed up by childish dreams and visions and
Fuelled by injustices on the way,
Will I use my position of power
For reconciliation or revenge?
And that is barely the beginning...
Selah
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