Not the Jesus You Were Looking For

The Living God has moved on Jesus in his memory, cherry taillights Receding down a long desert highway Jesus’ words were, and still are, The only true gold The ones that were actually his All else is ruse There is still divine wholeness The two basic polarities remain Light/darkness, atonement/isolation, Order/dissolution, love/hate That other pole remains a Polished, tantalizing, well-advertised Abyss of suffering and decay As it always was Echoes of the Word can still be heard Through the cavernous edifice that bears His name But two millennia of editing, revising Using the Word for purposes less than divine Has reduced it to echoes only God can be found through His words Or forever lost through their subversion Walk like this, talk like this, do it right Stand up, sit down, fight, fight, fight If you read him, he was anything but A conformist tyrant Don’t believe me? Just ask a Pharisee They’re not hard to find So now riddle me Why you think dogma and rigidity Are the pathway to the divine? To some this will be blasphemy But not to the Living God 6/16/16 ©Thomas W. Quigley