With fustigation to amelioration
We are led by The Law to The Gospel
And in turn The Gospel demands we keep The Law
No epistle of straw, there’s room in the hostel
(Because God’s style to the world is hostile)
We are led by the Spirit
To learn to endear it
Endear what? Is a sinful recitation
Learning to serve others in convocation
(God calls us and overhauls us
Whether one by one and together)
How do we inherit eternal life?
By loving our neighbor as serving kin
Who is our neighbor?
The one without (as in not having and not within)
The fustigation of Jesus Christ
Begs our amelioration of a fustigated life
And if a cruciform life is led
There must be blood, sweat and tears shed in stead
(Or instead of the evil in tow as is led here below)
Life is hard, there’s no doubt about it
Jesus’ words touted and shouted from the Cross
But serendipitously (and graciously)
When we lose, we don’t count it as loss
Are you willing to look like a hypocrite to the world without?
Are you willing to look at the hypocrite within?
(As He lived and then hung betwixt two of us)
Jesus took on this struggle without committing a sin
Serene , say reign , in the depth of nights of a silent most convocation
The hearts those are not oblivious, neither sink in disgrace in witnessing time
The lips those are not hurtful, but generous in beseeching soulful salvation.
Serene, say reign, in the depth of nights of a silent most convocation
Do you
too
grow tired?
Feeling no sufficient vacation
from your sacred
ponderous vocation
as this endless day's resilient
wise Elder generation
Constantly longing for recognition,
faithfully
hopefully loving
InBetween a cognitive
emotive place
Impatient
for cooperative understanding
while curiously seeking co-empathic appreciation
for sufficient win/win resolutions
to slowly re-emerge EarthTribe's thriving integrity
Spiraling betwixt EarthMother's healthy
vibrant green-blue ecology
and SunFather's wealthy
pantheistic theology
Growing tired
from feeling no sufficient vacation
from my sacred monotheistic
ponderously responsible
unconditionally self/other regarded
ego/eco-systemic convocation.
I convoke you,
I summon you
in the midst of deafness
and paleness of humanity
aimlessly...
Let's walk following the light
that's up there...
Light that you extrude all evil,
all our fears...
So let's walk toward the meeting
PF the unknown paradise
that we were promised...
Let's walk without looking back,
so that we don't become stones
loose on the journey... !
Who is whispering? We are in conversation,
We are feeling lucky attending convocation.
Happiness is going up and is coming down,
With glitter of joy we have embraced crown.
We fathom this black gown down toward top,
Furs of this cap fly and beauty does not stop.
Standing pensive I think of, of my past work,
Research benefits us, wisdom breaks murk.
How difficult it was really research operation,
We were waiting, finally arrived convocation.
Getting Doctor of Philosophy after duration,
Subject is very nice Business Administration.
Berhampur University has conferred degree,
In ceremony governor of Odisha does agree.
He is Chancellor of University top of power,
God is our Super father, he does empower.
© Pintu Mahakul, 10 March 2017, All rights reserved.
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