holy fire
rhymes with ire
~ who lacks rage
has no heart
has no fire
~ yes rage is holy too
not peace alone
that’s milktoast and gruel
for without iron in your blood no one survives
heme delivers ire for your cells to breathe
and any man or woman lacking fire
won’t survive.
Jesus said I came not to bring peace
I came bearing the sword.
Swords are for slicing
false from true
and rotten from living flesh.
So Damocles and Solomon understood the stakes.
Do you see your soul on the precipice
of rejecting divine command
to perceive what others neglect
just as the builders of old
rejected the sun
placing instead on the cap of that pyramid
the Lie
its eye expressive of utter contempt
~ if still you believe things will muddle through
you will eat doom for breakfast
and you will chew earth for lunch
without awakening
to your promise
unfolding in fields beyond your imagining
where truth blooms in colors unheard of and sounds unseen.
~ the mask of the beast is now upon you
as is the call of the angel
only you can decide which way to turn
and only once, so choose wisely, my friend.
Your poem contains a lot, Thank you sharing! Jesus, like Krishna, followed the kingly path and were fully involved in the world and its conflicts. Buddha followed the priestly path, one of detachment from the world.
The changing and the unchanging, the temporal and the eternal, the spiritual and the material, two sides of the same coin, always exist side by side. We need to learn to balance the two, to play our role in the matters of the world, but not confuse the changing world with the eternal divine. Someone said "Don't place your hopes in the world. It will always disappoint" Ultimately, our true nature, the essence, is unaffected. Methinks, a great paradox of existing, to be in the world but not of the world.
Certainly -
I am not dead!
I do not lie about about in my bed
The atrocities of today, hurt my head
Fact has it, my soul has not fled
Nor do I shed
Tens times, my color is deepest red
Temper hangs by a thread
As result of the horrific dread
Probably a sin, to wish them dead
Follow the bread
Perdition ahead ~