As I wept

 

"When God Wants to Make a Man Powerful, He Breaks Him First"

Gilbert Murray

God Will Isolate a Man to Refine His Calling

I

Anxiety and despair, nobody dares, when scared;

I run my essays and poetry to eat my heart out.

On the entertainted fairs of societies scarred

We-don't-cares. Authorities groom glared

like the eye of Sauron, at the ivory tower pout.

You there where, in the crying, in the wind, shout;

the rain and the dirt, I was not alone, broken the snares.

II

Stripped away, when the crowd moves on, flashy moves

pun, but the salt was weary. When the candle underbushels;

ambers run cold, no more divine spark, broken the grooves.

The new wine, eating the old skins, wizards snail, eat shrooms;

who in the desert shall voice the floating axe, woot shells;

wool the Schnell-Tinkerbells, for true fairies dark spells.

You accepted me, My Lord, like the victor standing on His spoils!

III

Shaped by divine intention, the Holy Fool, discovered like Timothy;

when the scholars looked foreskins, to askew David. Paul delivered,

what the chosen left to slither. Stop shrinking, apologizing mouthy;

walk alone, leave the dead to bury the damned and blind shouting.

Your validation beyond the noise and nice masks, unclever;

Silence your win, when others lost in their success-fever.

Clarity, what comes from walking with Christ to Gil Murray.

IV

Forget, what you know and believe, with Touka

Kirishima, eat the forbidden fruit and live!

You, Kaneki kun, who lament past oaths far –

learn to abandon Twisted Fates, the Worlds scars.

Serve your Cross and follow to Golgatha, even hives

can't Bethesda your sacred pond, to confine thy strive!

Smelt gold, refine iron to Mithril, between Venus and Mars.

V

Depth in the charge, when performance must go on;

name yourself in the nothing, void of all expression.

The essence of tithes, what none shall pave the scum;

Caved in the crowd of Ravens, where Eliyah broke gone.

As the silent steps of the shadow of the Lord pressed on –

a Man begrins to seethe Superman, to loathe honeycombs;

wormwood-vinegar the chosen food, bullshit seasoning fun!

VI

Speaks in peace, resonates in Divine Torrent, the Isolate;

who is not on map, but compassed the road to Heaven.

The Gate of No Gate, Rashomon, warped staff, plate –

like the vision of Japha, for those who to Words berate.

Didn't see Justice, but Mercy, to push in like Omotenashi;

the Kyabakura, who seek you for Christ – Rachid!

Choose: Red or White Rose, to make your fate.

VII

Dark is the teacher, the unknown is the furnace; pray

for release, to bondage in the Holy Spirit, toss into bogs.

Surrender your alignment, destroy what solitude behaves;

to pressure deeper from grand gestures and ashtrays.

Betrayed by numbers and titles, break the wheel, shun cogs;

black flames surge, to presence the Rocs.

Anchor in a world adrift, to reset the snails!

VIII

The Truth, what needs no defence, standing defiant;

not left-right nor centered. Besides all scoreboards.

Misunderstand and corrupt thy selves reliance –

follow in Jesus, where the disciples drank cups, stance

in Boanerges, remember how Stephen rued the hords;

those who aghast the Law and Moses for freedom Lord Lord!

Get stoned in the courts of Rome, for you are the Shant!!