Humanity keeps scratching graffiti identity
into wood and bathroom stalls . . .
Settling for surface tattoos,
when I engraved you in the palm of my hands.
(Isaiah 49:16)
Humanity keeps scratching graffiti identity
into wood and bathroom stalls . . .
Settling for surface tattoos,
when I engraved you in the palm of my hands.
(Isaiah 49:16)
Are we prepared to plant our flags, still crisp and starched
with victory, on
the filthy front lines of humiliated humanity? Tend to
“their” soldiers? And surrender
to suffering, for an enemy still spewing venom as we wash
their wounds?
We are ready when we recognize ourselves as
former P.O.W.s. Defeated, and in the ditch of despair.
Rescued by the one who planted himself deep in the flesh
of our territory. Mocked and torn by a crown of barbwire. Tortured
by the enemy, to free us ALL.
Breathe in the sweet fragrance of scripture, until
we recognize his scent on humanity.
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