Just Us

Hovering and fluttering
like white butterflies on a flower on a field:
Spirits sigh against a pained, bruised sky, jealous,
Humid hues of oranges and blues
With silence say they are envious of us.
And with a sound of thunder...
The guise of guardians of paradise crumble,
Angels weep wild terrible tears not knowing love.
Not even given a choice, they are the angry eternal,
Not even given a voice,
they cloak themselves in quiet regret
once they were giddy and glad they had not been cast out...
but now they doubt...

God reaches for the two of us...longing to touch and be seen.
Though new we see through a glass darkly
We are lucky to get that much.
Eyes open then stare (the light stark and white)
At a window, a wall, broken glass and the Fall.
Chilled ashes pile high in a broken furnace
Gray echoes of heat that if we glimpsed at all
Would bleed the truth that set me free and we
Would need nothing but the truth that would
do us justice...and just burn us.

This question haunts me at every turn
Taxing my awareness, flaring, burning
Am I in search of fairness or justice?
This is the Way of the Word
to seal and sear in lines on the skin as proof
with the hot blade of a Sword of Truth
"...the very flame of the LORD."

1.26.2006