A Frisson of Fear
by Rick Folker
I will not bow to
your idols of
hate
I will not offer prayers to
your false gods you
create
I will not kneel to
your toxic media of
lies, half-truths you
replicate
BUT ...
I will warm you
in the coldness of
a naked, lonely night
I will weep with you
when the weight of weeping
takes all our might
I will wake with you to
some distant future
and reconsecrate
Our shattered souls
In the balm of
day's first wake
Categories:
reconsecrate, howl, political,
Form: Political Verse
Christ the center of our Christian joy inspire
Holy understanding of glory from dust to man
Reconsecrate us to your will while dust desire
Immortal tangibilities the finite can understand
Savior what can transcend this purpose willing
Tender expressions of self to give? What peace
Mortal hearts feel in yielding to love's desiring?
Anxious at the table the breast of Eucharist feast
Sleep and dreams delay, to share thy company.
Lord of all goodness in flesh possess they ecstasy
Omnipotent beyond our faults, let tongues unswaddled
Virtue taste, and hands caress gospel's grace ladled
Eternally in the passion of hearts full with thy glory
Categories:
reconsecrate, devotion, faith, inspirational, love
Form: Acrostic