Monday, December 27, 2010
Born Unto Us (All Of Us)
(For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; And the government will rest on His shoulders; And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.) Isaiah 9:6
---------------/Born Unto Us
A collective birth, a shared son
entrusted to the world
to his mother and brothers and sisters
who are not his ilk
from God above
to grow up and inherit the muck brandishing a fallen
race
contending against lust, lie and scorn
murder, adultery and jealousy
foreign to him but intrinsic to our nature
grasping at swords to cut ourselves
yet he without a scar
eating at table with tax collectors
keeping company with sexy harlots tempting
to the eyes that only objectify her
for one aspect of her humanity but disrespecting the rest
pharisaical; exposing hypocrisy as fearful, shamed men
boldly pretending religiosity
as he reins in the wayward pervasive philosophy of self
that corrupts our desire to be good people
(to other people)
excursions from town to town
in the Roman empire: most powerful but impotent
to heal the sick and suffering, unwilling to care
for its denizens like a mother hen
her chicks
but he wipes away every tear from our eyes
and
with but the hem of his robe alleviates
chronic menstrual bleeding
leprosy and blind eyes and aching self esteem
that spurs one to sleep with another woman's husband
riding on a donkey unceremoniously
like a dismal king when others ride in chariots
to die for all of the above
in order to secure clemency for future generations
after he's gone
buried in the soil contaminated with blood
of too many delinquents violating the command to
cease from pandemic hatred over frivilous things
like land and money
from our spears, our jeers, our spit and our scorn
we braided the whip, and fashioned the crown of thorns
and tutored the smith who made the nails (with perfect precision)
that impaled him
on Good Friday
screaming, wailing sucking on Mary's breasts yanked
from the womb
we are all parents,
who spiritedly cheered when Pontius Pilate let Barabbas
go (skipping to commit another crime)
as he walked Golgotha on our behalf after we raised him
weaned him on our sin. Behold,
this is our child,
born unto us
(for us)
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