Message not the Messenger

Message not the Messenger 

Exiting the clearing the woods scaled back

In stick-brushes crossing my face

I asked her, “If God materialized before us and commanded you to kill me, would you?”

In the belly of a beast between morality and sin  

I call back into a hypothetical of that which you say he would never ask

The years fall like sand precipitation on this desert of assumptions

Book grown long, pages pass, inside the sphere of a titled hour glass

The cold grains spill cracked in the age of concrete  

Homeless man coughs up influenza in the bowels of the street

I prayed three times, morning and night

I saw the sky grow dark despite

Gray cackle clouds, circle like crows  

Oh, delight the murder knows

Which sounds will split these words do tell

The division of man’s speech and hell

I ask not to splay these wounds to burn these walls, our living room 

I wish to stay in this home with you, but I cannot come between

His grace and you; I stand here quelled in a quiet space

This love of God without this phrase

Scribbled by or about a man; who others claim was his living hand  

Cannot form the syllables to ring, that his name was the be all everything

If he was, He was a messenger not the message

I give this life to peace and love and respect it

Cancel not these limbs of blood, heaven is not partitioned from this mud  

Journey now, pace internal; I see the spurs of a road of turmoil

To lay down the hammer and nail, the work of assurance, a scripture failed

Proof and faith the dirty words, fairies nesting inside the thoughts we’ve heard

Myths and coats for winter days; keep us warm inside each phrase  

I hold you here within this bed, come to me and dare we tread

Let go of him to bond with me; I take us all as one universal being

Crawl this lot, this ship, this space, the skin across this fragile place

I can see, I can see, I can see our face in you

Come with me, come with me, we will be soon

In a place, in a place, calling through

Run these fields and I will run with you 

The sun sets dark upon the stage; I extend this hand as if you came

The wolves they howl for dawn, the pack grows hungry the night is long

The steeple tall the soil low, the roots like weeds, the devil we know

I am here watching at the clear, the space the buck will dart out as he sees you near 

Pupils glow in the moon lit dark, I hope the pew is a peaceful heart

Stay inside the holy cage, a bird can sing and pray a maze

A key is sleeping underneath your skin, I see the love, it calls me in

I can see, I can see, I can see our face in you

Come with me, come with me, we will be soon

In a place, in a place, calling through

Run these fields and I will run with you