Eight- Bondage

1.

The two Christs that fell
both crucified for sorcery
they weren’t miracles to the eyes of soldiers
they weren’t miracles to eyes adjusted to the dark
words mangled and curdled
twirled in the batons of ruthless men
the two Christs that fell
saw both their future
what kind of twisted love?
to die for nothing
to die just to die

2.

Your roots have now reached my waist
I am now thrusted into the ground
God You’re a funny thing
what else can You show me?
I am in ruins
I am a ruin to excavate
they’ll see the battles
and recreate the war
they said they can even find a cure!
Your roots have reached my mouth
and they ram down into my throat
but my soul fists the thing
grabbing hold of Your arm
scared?
I know what I am
I know what I am made of

3.

Sit and do what the ache demands of you
I sit and do what the ache demands of me
your bondage is starting to feel like an embrace
you don’t delicately hold me no longer
afraid of my beast that dwells beneath the floor of my soul
hark! a heathen
how dare I question Your Christ
how dare I say they died in vain
how dare I sit here and rather worship a tree instead
but You are the tree
You are everything that surrounds everything
You burn my blindfold
You’re angry at my insouciance
how dare I ask where and when should I die
my season ends when it ends

4.

Loosen Your grip
let me weep
I saw every truth
I saw Your every face
dried up riverbeds
You were born in the desert
a boom they said was the beginning
but water was Your tears
the salt our nourishment
and You loosen your grip
and I cannot weep anymore
but You say
I am eternal
and You’ll wait for me at the shoreline

5.

There’s nothing else to do
but to continue on
Your roots sweep aside
the roads have opened
and I walk as passersby
gawk at my nakedness
I have been stripped
like Eve before the apple
I am not ashamed
like Adam before temptation
I walk as though it all belongs to me