The Death of a Christian
The Death of a Christian
My neighbor assaults me like a wild animal upon gamely meat
Instinct demands I retaliate –spiritual instinct demands forgiveness
“Thou shall love thy neighbor as thy self”
He adorns raised fist of unkindness- hard as a rancorous sledge
“If he smites thee on the cheek, turn to him the other”
As rain thrusts from a savage storm- he pours down all over me
Seemingly inundated by thunderous blows
“Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you”
Sore is my jaw - no more but uttered groans can I speak
Blood runs from my nose like red, warm, snotty sewage pumped from a septic tank
By hands who have flaunted me –Traumatic-pain throbs throughout my head
All over -All over – residing pain now reigns
Woefully obtained from evil doers -animus in their giving
Knocked down in a dirty place stained with filth- I lay still
“Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani”
But my neighbor’s vengeance pricks me all the more
Not one sting but multiples galore
Glory, Glory- Death resides near and I do not fear
“Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit”
Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2012
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