A Poem for Sundays
there is a place beyond belief,
where faith is true
and false this promised land
I incarnate god and god
incarnates me, and together
with the incarnations of humanity,
we seek to find, create to destroy,
this Jehovah, this God, this
in the land of milk and honey, curdled
sweet. a river of creeds runs over rocks
drowning, quenching deserted throats.
the wrath of god entombed in
its violent weight
the love of god kneeling before
the indignity of humanity.
i black the eye of Christ Jesus splits my lip.
on the mountaintop, we see god, and scream
transfiguration! in faithful fury
revelation bows to doubt.
where my faith is true,
where in the Judas kiss I atone
for sins I have not committed.
This post originally appeared at David Henson’s blog at Patheos here.