Chicks and Stones

 

Chicks and Stones
(Matthew 23, Mark 12-13)

Look!
Massive manmade glory,
Magnificent, your God-gifts glare—
Stones on solid stones blare
And broadly broadcast greatness
(Yours).
Your robes fall heavily as you brush by
And bless all
With a bland smile, a nod,
Focusing just beyond the small,
Seeking only eyes in which you see
Your own reflected greatness.
No one can outweigh you.
No one else is worthy.

Listen.
Copper—
Clink.
Clink.
Eternity echoes in one soft heart
(His).
Her rags skim over the dust and you see
Too late rocks,
Solid sturdy stone on stone,
Future rubble thrown down,
Separate stone by separate stone
Singly cold, steadfast, alone,
Just beyond the aching warm wings
Where the chicks knew to gather.

—erinrmsocha 3/25/2021

 

To the Gas Light

To the Gas Light 

Too much you is blocking the view.
We need a modern-day Luther
Or King
To follow the Word
To follow the one
Who follows the One.
If A equals B equals C equals D,
Then yes we can see
Some King
In you,
But too much you is still blocking the view,
And we strain our eyes
To see the real
Behind the construction
That’s built in your image
Because too much you is blocking the view,
And too much you is blocking your view
Of the one
Alone
Right in front of you.
We need a modern-day Luther
Or King
To draw the line between blindness and truth
Because too much you is blocking the view,
And we
Can’t
See. 

—ermsocha 2-9-2021