Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Being Christlike

Though your father 
Was your God and there was no other, you were not
Christlike
Though you walked in the love of your father. Though you stared 
At the stranger your mother.
What had she to do with you 
But tempt you from your father?
When her great hooded eyes lowered 
Their moon so close
Promising the earth you saw
You were not Christlike
You wanted to be with your father
In wherever he was.
And your body 
Barred your passage.
And a god that was not your father
Was a false god.
But you were not Christlike.

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