The Divided

There is no secular, and there is no christian.

All are peculiar phrasings of subjective diction.

titles and symbols: meaning to the finite,

yet what is, is as it is in the dark, in the light;

all beyond momentary pining by the mind’s might.

 Simple charming descriptions to preserve

our confining worlds and stored reserves. 

See the single man with his house on the mount?

down in the slums are his neighbors: many to count ;

Or, another man gives a cup of cold water, 

watch the deed and the adjectives follow after.

the threefold forces will tear the body apart, 

so where is the mending of a divided heart?

The earth is one and everything in it, 

so too is God, as He speaks then we see it.

My aim is not to ignite, 

but see the world by the solitary light:

there is one occasion where act and word conjoin, 

one time in history: abstract and flesh take form. 

Here life and death meet at last, 

All God unseen in 33 years fast.

 Where the Word becomes flesh, in so small a town, 

so the slums go up and the mounts go down. 

For word and breath’ve never possessed a body, 

till when time stood still….. 

Even so, this piece finds a place,

only as we read and act by that same tokened grace. 

Here then can we all join, beyond what we’re able,

the body and the breath, by replicating the last table.