Post Scriptum

May 26, 2015 — Leave a comment

Tree on a rock 2I think I’m asking this for posterity?

Maybe, deep down, I’m just doing it for me?

Does where you come from really inform how you’re accepted?

If so, then it’s exactly as they planned it,

I’ve inherited a, “no chance in hell.”

What then becomes of me?

If I stand before the altar,

and sink down into the waters,

then rise, changed and free.

If I beat my chest with joy, tears and screams,

and cry out, “Son of David, thank you for having mercy on me!”

Why is that zeal rejected;

or my faith written off as fantasy?

Like the careful offer of prayer for a friend;

insidiously rejected;thrown aside as ignorant.

Like the One who, in His freedom, answers it.

If my boundaries are hateful and intolerant,

Why should a break wall still hold back the sea?

Should a “no,” no longer be considered loving,

it would only teach those men-to-be,

to ignore the loving “no” of a woman,

who tells her future husband,

“not today, let’s wait and see.”

If totalitarianism were to take the gavel, and then outlaw me,

What happens to the rhetoric of “absolute” tolerance and total “equality?”

If I raise my own flag in disagreement, am I accepted where I stand?

Or does the rainbow mask the serpent,

like the one who spills the blood of Christians upon the sand?

Does where you come from really inform how you’re accepted?

If so, then it’s exactly as they’ve planned it,

I’ve been fire branded:

“no chance in hell.”

What then becomes of me?


RL2015

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