Messenger

So here we are.
Life spent in darkened times.
Striving to hold out a candle
and keep it lit in a hurricane.
Such things require God.....

Writhing and spinning in its sheets,
a feverish world sick with sin twists in space.
Drawn near to the dying sphere and hear its silent weeping.
Watch as truth bleeds in defiance
at an endless army of lies.
Knowing that its triumph is at hand.

Nearer still, let yourself be drawn down.
Down to where blind madmen
chase after nothing, catch it, and worship it.
Deep into the land of unreasonable defiance.
Where insanity and selfishness is law,
in the place the dead take up residence.
Where they shun the light that brings undeath,
fleeing from it with abandoned hatred and unreasoning fear.

What is revealed in the light?
A Savior whose wounds bleed atonement.
Goodness that pierces evil
like a metal spike through flesh and bone.
And a ragged Voice yelling, "I love you" against the pain of it.
Where victory is signaled by the sight of a body
hanging dead on wooden beams.
The sight of a vacant tomb, and a folded shroud.

So here we are.
Struggling to keep our flames burning true.
Salting the gloom with the light of pure love.
Hoping to venture out into the land of dead men
and bring the free gift of life, amidst the storms of death.
Such things require God....

Thom Jankowski