This theoretical, theological castle you formed of sand,
And you scooped it into your hand,
To flash in a furnace of two thousand degrees.
Then that liquid glass like a glob on your lips,
Inflating it with your own hot blasphemies.
That damned image you formed.
What a mockery in blown glass,
The tears, the blood, the fleashy sweat of Christ,
You bastardized with your pigments and paints.
The ersatz Messiah
You formed in the image of you,
In the image of you, you created him,
Male and only male you created him.
You breathed your breath into him.
Like blowing into molten glass,
Although it was the breath of death.
I do not want a blown-glass Jesus
I do not want a god,
As fragile as your masculinity,
Or painted with your vanity.
I want a god of flesh and sweat,
Or at least a God who has a heart,
And tears to shed,
Lips to kiss, and loving arms.
I want to call Him Jesus, too,,
But you’ve so thoroughly polluted that name.
You’ve done what no atheist could do,
You’ve rendered Jesus vain.
Can I even find again the Jesus I need,
Or has your whitewashing finally crucified him for good?
Who knew that the friends who said
They loved him best,
Would actually be the ones to murder him.
Truly Christ was betrayed with a kiss,
And after you made out with him,
You buried him in scriptural syllogisms.
It’s been more than three days now,
Is He coming out?
Or will it be
A times time and half a time?
But maybe I could see him soon,
If only you let Him out of his tomb.
The angels rolled the stone away,
But you quickly sealed it back.
Lest it break your beautiful image.
The anti-Christ is a christian, you see,
An alley to our narcissism.
But I know that if I touched your Christ,
He’d shatter into pretty pieces,
Because he was but Judas after all.
And I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t listen,
But you’d grind me into the shards,
In loving discipline.
And I know you never would worship,
An idol of silver or wood,
So I’ll leave you with your Christ,
Go coddle your god of glass
And wrap him in cotton lest He crack.
But I’ll go out and look for love.
And if His scripture is true,
Then I’ll find the real God, too.