Put your highlighters down.
Hold on wait just a minute will ya’?
You too Mr. so-called writer,
don’t tap-it-tee-tap-tap me out on your keys just yet!
First we gotta’ ask as we take a looksee around…
Somethings missing here?
Think for a minute before you go tappin’ on my keys
And post me up on a screen…
For everyone to see
We’ve heard of it
read of it
but where has “it” gone?
Where is the foot washing?
Why so scarce?
Is the anointing of alabaster?
Where is service
If all are masters? (Anthony)
Is the only fragrance here
The sweat and human agenda?
Is there time to stop
Contemplate those beautiful feet
About to tread
Via Dolorosa? (Doug)
A path accepted for worn souls
Tread lightly upon this ground for
When the path is found the
Stations will be policed by a serpent’s tongue
Heavy burdens, a cross to bear
Forgiveness awaits there (Jody)
And really this is Rightly discerning
That sword of division.
Through crosses We have Him.
Through crassness They have the alluring gold
Presume, assume, surmise, hypothesize
Fictitious works and walks
Shiny, attractive ornamental mouthpieces
Charm the asps from the sweet grasses in which they lie
Go to the wilderness and seek the bronze scales
Erect them high and mighty on the Carpenter’s wood
Healing awaits there (Jody)
(What a powerful juxtaposition to ponder deeply in this split screen image below! 🙂
image by Ron DiCianni