Peter Lilly: Poems

Abba father May I not be yet, Clay that has been cast and set. But in humble recognition Of my nature fallible, May I remain childlike And in your hands malleable. May I bow before you In broken dependence, Salvaged by your Unreachable transcendence, Which stretched the distance From holiness to degradation To plant inside flesh The seed of salvation: The very will of God, Who chose as his raiment to endure Rejection humiliation and harrowing slaughter, to procure That which humanity Alone could never reach, As the stains of our folly The blood of Jesus did bleach. May I never fall For any idol of allure, But remain in a garment Cleansed and pure. Lord, bid every facet Of my heart to stay in your hands only, With which you forged night and day, And keep me forever pliant As the potter's unfired clay. Mark 10:13-16; 1 John 2:1-16. SPOILER ALE...

What is it that unifies us? For the boiling bad blood of heated boarders has polluted all the air inside the firmament-sky, and false belonging spits at empathy as personhood is domestically defined. What is it that brings us together? For self-perpetuating open wounds are blinding and searing any concept of an 'us' and reactions chase reactions chase reactions chase reactions chase reactions. What is it that brings us together from this hopeless hate? The most hurt party not only abandoned vengeance but mirrored it onto Himself, and demonstrates frail victory that looks like failure to us, unless we abandon vengeance in an embrace that crosses every dimension of this sickne ss. This is what brings us together: A divine reconciliation stained in the blood of hurt, and risen in the germinating promise of immeasurable change. Written 22/02/12 2 Corinthians 5:18-21 'All this is from God, who reconc...