Epistle Xxxii - Yeshua's Kingdom
I.
The Nazarene child
was a rose gold jewel,
set against an astral backdrop
that blazed through harvest’s chafe
with the intensity of a
supernova in tumult
II.
Before his advent,
we were salt
with no zest,
trampled upon
by the feet of men,
III.
Upon our
first encounter,
the beloved Son’s
and his word,
was a spark that
rekindled the
dimming light of our
blinded gaze,
restoring the savor of
forgone youth
IV.
We were the
blind paralytics,
vessels drained of
their vinicultural blood,
but he bestowed on us sight,
dusted off the layers
that coated our calloused quintessence,
V.
He purged the lepers
that blotted our blank slates,
and summoned us from
our paralysis to stand
with two feet firmly planted
on bare and unadorned Earth,
a canvas for porcelain poise
to unravel itself to
the rhythm of
carnality’s waltz
VI.
Through Christ,
we are remolded,
shedding the skin of
our previous selves,
emerging forth from
our shells
VII.
Like a flutterby
bursting through its
cocoon-esque cradle,
we take flight,
each wingbeat severing
the ties to the
cacophonic shadows of yore
VIII.
Lo!
With glee,
we lose our lives,
denying ourselves
as we hoist our
crucifix in our emulation of
The beloved Son
IX.
We are
beasts of burdens,
that masquerade under
the guise of knighthood.
X.
Our throne is the
saddle atop Judean colts,
where we bear every disease,
we ride under the red sun
of Yeshua’s kingdom
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Shiraz Bautista
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