The appearances of tended wounds and mended hearts,
offer little room for understanding how tender they still are.
The former dances with the latter.
Perception is distorted by this intoxicated waltz.
Complimented by self-medication
and a patient’s self-prescribed dose.
Its dark promise, its false solace, its temporary pulse.
But by all means salute;
stand in wonder.
Give up your “like”, your “share”, your applause
Gather the wounds, see the marks.
Be sucked in to the pit;
watch the walls fall apart,
as the veil lifts and reveals the devil behind the self-righteous mask.
Time gasps in horror.
Suspense grips the scene from right to left.
From clock to clock,
beat to beat.
From silence to infuriating,
Don’t be fooled.
Leap beyond the crevices created by human haste;
Cut through the noise of a fool’s embrace
For encased within both God’s command and claim,
is seared into human history and human hearts,
through living Word, and touchable scars.
The witness, not written by any movement of stars,
His “remember me!, whispered,
carried, through epochs and delivered thus far.
God breathed humanity into His name
And from the breath of angels,
their baritone awe is the same,
of hooded silhouettes
and impossible handshakes.
‘Nothing is worse in times of danger than to live in a dream world. To warn a [democratic] political system of the menace hanging over it does not imply an attack against it, but is the greatest service one can render that system.’
(Jaques Ellul, Propaganda, xvi:1965)