Dying In Circles

Beside the shadow of a frozen chapel

Under the marriage of the cross and crown

Outside the privilege of the "chosen ones"

The Image of God is sleeping on the ground

Spires pierce the sky like steel through your hands

Planks from our eyes plunged in your side

Water poured out but we want wine

You said, "Take and remember"

But we always forget

To the outcast sons, to the sojourners

Descendants of loss

I'll hold my breath until you can breathe

To truly live I must begin anew and be consumed

Make a heart of flesh from these hollow stones

I'm learning what it means to trade my certainty for awe

When you fell to your knees to wash my feet

Did you see the trampled shadows stained underneath?

Did you hear the acrimony

Perpetuated by the puppet sewn to the pulpit?

We forgot your life and became a people of death

Spell-bound by the celibate spectacle

Inhabiting mausoleums

We are the eulogy at the funeral of God

To the outcast sons, to the sojourners

Descendants of loss: be consumed

I'll hold my breath

To truly live we must begin anew

Trade your certainty for awe