My premise in brief:
Prostitution of our depravity
exhausts authenticity, tolerance, and empathy,
fostering longings for justice and truth,
goodness and beauty.
So my depravity, I prostitute
that you may despair of your precious virtues.
Poem 1: Usurper Acid am I Not agent of grace Rejecting the gifts provided Supporter am I Concerns do I raise To temper your initiatives Corrosive-laced sweet I pass lips in peace Compliantly, I kill my masters Poem 2: Arrogant I'll earn it, I don't say I know I've received grace But I'll carrot myself with receipt Till my ways are higher My own feet to the fire And Christ's desire for me is misplaced That's it! I now exclaim New techniques I explain: His love will certainly claim my heart But control I retain (or frigid I remain) His love is a two-lane And I will not release my own part.
Can you taste bile? Or does this arrogant usurper evoke your precious virtues? Authenticity, tolerance, and empathy bind human horrors to one another. Let us long for something more beautiful before we are damned together.
Instead, long for justice and truth, goodness and beauty.
Lord have mercy
from the place of your faithfulness!
But don’t let us think You are compromising
like a pragmatic politician saying “this for that”
or a free-market trader
thriving on the shared glory of collaboration.
Au Contraire: “in You there is no darkness.”