Not the Jesus You Were Looking For
The Living God has moved on
Jesus in his memory, cherry taillights
Receding down a long desert highway
Jesus’ words were, and still are,
The only true gold
The ones that were actually his
All else is ruse
There is still divine wholeness
The two basic polarities remain
Light/darkness, atonement/isolation,
Order/dissolution, love/hate
That other pole remains a
Polished, tantalizing, well-advertised
Abyss of suffering and decay
As it always was
Echoes of the Word can still be heard
Through the cavernous edifice that bears His name
But two millennia of editing, revising
Using the Word for purposes less than divine
Has reduced it to echoes only
God can be found through His words
Or forever lost through their subversion
Walk like this, talk like this, do it right
Stand up, sit down, fight, fight, fight
If you read him, he was anything but
A conformist tyrant
Don’t believe me?
Just ask a Pharisee
They’re not hard to find
So now riddle me
Why you think dogma and rigidity
Are the pathway to the divine?
To some this will be blasphemy
But not to the Living God
6/16/16
©Thomas W. Quigley
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