naked #2

My skin burns with the covering I place upon the circumcision of my mind and body together retracting in pain from the burn of your holy rain upon the surface salt of my tears burning wet, weary, wholly fear that have not yet been quenched by the warming sun of life but nay, wrenched as Abraham’s son from the knife out of the mouth of the river that feeds into the divine will of my house the seed you ask me to kill the laughter from Sarah’s womb, why did you cause me to rise from this tomb? You say to me “give” and I say, “to whom?” I have nothing left, not a thing of worth. I am naked right from the time of my birth—screaming cries, hellish hailing, storming skies, weeping wailing—are such things gifts of me? If so, are they to or from thee? I have nothing more to give, nothing more to say: my naked body lives lying lonely like that day and I cry cry cry—
I hear not a sound and I look low and high but you are nowhere to be found so here I lie! Do I rise from the ground? Am I too low for you to reach me? Like a cripple with a shove I fight the angel of your spirit people speak of your love and cannot even hear it I search with searing eyes above cuz I can no longer fear it—am
I too high for you to teach me?
God of sting, God of sword, King of Kings, Lord of Lords,
God of sheep, God of ram, what do you reap, great I AM?
God of peace, God of wraith, make it cease, make it pass,
God of Love, God of Mercy, look from above, I am thirsty
O my God.
Oh my God! Oh my God!
You have NOT spared me the rod! Though I listen to the whisper of your voice to trod and to trace the choice of your grace and to follow your face my God! Have I not come into this place? naked as I am, nothing left to give, I am only a man, I have chosen to live, but what have I left to give? Only this body…
—to you, my Lord, My Father and My Mother it is naked just how you made it. It is my last possession and I send it back from whence it came back to you from all things have their name and a place in your world of darkness and light of death and of life, of day and of night, of hate and of love, of hope and despair, or tree and of land, of sea and of air, of peace and of blood, of shout and of song, of water of mud, of grass and of cud, of right and of wrong, must we walk so far and suffer so long?
Dear God! return to us that we may return to you and give ourselves back submit what is due Dear Jesus! Lamb of God, Emmanuel, let not our bodies pass through the flames of hell unless YOU walk beside us and preserve our lives from burning away in the furnace LORD we are yearning for that day, return to us for we are lost: sheep who have gone astray
Dear Jesus have mercy on us.