Feel the Stones Cry
Man on the cross,
on
your sweet light of love I ask:
Can Your Holy
Blood save us
from
those that rise against the truth in their souls,
and with encamped
minds rebuff all
that
refuse to bow to their lies?
Are you hurting,
Christ,
for
evangelists that push around Your Father's name
as a mop to clean
the dungeons of their hypocrisy
as
if You came to glorify their deeds,
and be for them a
candy man?
If not profanity,
what is it to say and do
not
as You,
who ousted those
that bartered crux for coins
in
Your Father's name.
Did you make them
lords over the earth and life?
Same as those
that now use Your Flesh
as
fuel to fill their coffers,
and give credence
to fickleness that defiles
Father,
Son, and Holy Ghost
while offering
rapture as a scrub
to wipe clean
platforms, and parlors
of
their deemed chosen.
Is nothing sacred
to
those who use Your teachings to build religions
as pigeons make
nests from waste?
Laude
cults that divide
and using Your words
cannibalize to justify
injustice.
Those that with
disregarding hearts
bring
to the pews their egos
as if You are a
cash cow
that
gives them power to sell salvation
and
stomp on scruples.
Does your Passion
bleed
for those that
arrogantly declare, “I own the saving words”
and
promise tickets to witness by candlelight
Your Father's
children burn in righteous genocide?
At the foot where
blood drips from thorns,
do
stones cry for those that Christianize
and conserve not
values, or reverence for Him,
but
put You on the pool table of their greed
as a nine-ball in
the pocket of redemption.
Is it possible
that You rebuked temple whores
to
conserve their mass comfort and status quo
so they can sell Resurrection
to few?
Or did You save
us all,
even
those that willed the nails,
spears,
and thorns?
Would those that
claim You, accept You,
if You are not
white,
but
of color,
not
in a suit but in squalor?
Do you bless the
exclusivity of bullies
that
wag insults between fake smiles
and praise the
Lord upon the pain of others?
Would You be
hailed if You returned
and
asked from the mount of sermons
for peace and
good will for all?
Preached
again to love our neighbor
and do unto
others as we would want done onto us,
or
is Heaven a personal paradise?
On this Your
Easter,
I
feel stones cry.
by Marta Weeks
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