Like a weapon in a drive by
God’s words are hurled at your target
You are blinded
So it looks like love to you
But it tears like bullets and burns like
Death
Instead of the words of life
It was meant to be
Let the cataracts fall from your eyes
Like scales
Let the life blood of love return to your scriptures
Wield them like a bandage
Like a splint of love
That binds the broken bone
Alive to
Bring the lonely home
Lay down your weapon
And-
The Dove descending breaks the air
with flame of incandescent terror
The question with God and Scripture is, do I take that hurt on myself, or turn it on others?
Thank you.