Prophetic Fire
Who could stand in the face of prophetic fire,
Stand brood and erect in the elemental ire?
It is easier by far to hide and call God a liar,
Maybe not wholesale, but he never
Could have meant that, not literally.
It’s not doable, not possible, no we‘ll shave
Off the edge, so we all can get it done,
Feel better, and go on living just as we are.
Can I accept that my life comes at a cost,
My nourishment depends on another’s lost,
A detail my mind would rather leave glossed,
And distant, a truth easier to ignore,
At the Local Grocery store, safe wherein
I need not know what sacrifices are being
Made each day for me? I’m not even saved
From such truth by my freshly picked salad.
Can I admit my life has consequences,
That there are always paid expenses
By others who do stand defenseless
Against a plan for which they did not ask,
Nor get a vote, a choice, a pick? Such is life,
We can hide from it, shave it, gloss it over
Or try to stand tall, take a step, and sing,
“Hallelujah” walking as each day cools.
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