At What Cost Shall We Ransom This God

At What Cost Shall We Ransom This God At what cost shall we ransom this God! Held hostage in the towers of sanctity by the scurrilous usurpers of His throne. We pay homage to the hierarchic harlots bow and scrape to the gnomish gatekeepers pray to the hollow echo of an empty dome worship at the bloody feet of tyrants begging for their intercessory indulgences weeping at the feet of sainted idols. What is this God, this silent myth, this silent, helpless, savior mocked by those that call him Master. When will He show his hand, His mercy, His power, His love to those who cower in the shadows, struggle to exist outside the temple walls hold hungry children in the scent of feasts offered to the fattened inquisitors. At what cost shall we ransom this God free Him from the confines of His keepers share a crust of bread, a moments peace? 4/17/2016 submitted to – Any Poem Written In April 2016 sponsor – Laura Loo