Gospel Lies

The gospel lies in the eyes
Of the broken, begging in the street,
Neighbor shunning neighbor,
Haughtiness before humiliation:
“There but for grace go I,” they sigh,
And pass quickly by.

The gospel lies in the cries
Of the starving infant in the night
Amidst the fright and the pain
Of revolutionary change in which
He plays no part
But beating heart.

The gospel lies when reason flies
At the sound of onionskin rustling;
As bended knees drown out the pleas
Of the least of these,
And the man behind the curtain whispers
Sweet nothings masquerading as
Something real
While reality stands helpless
At the door…

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