No other gods
Thou shalt have no other gods…
twilight of our small gods
descends over shallow water
teeming with refuse
ill-begotten secrets lurk
beneath ripples of shriveled minds
as once-buoyant hopes sink
ill-conceived saviors morph
into scapegoats scorned with contempt
mirrors of our self-loathing despair
Come unto me all who labor and are heavy-laden,
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn of me;
For I am meek and lowly of heart
And you shall find rest for your souls.
There’s nothing magical about it. No overnight resolutions of pain and anguish. Just a re-orientation to the one who leads and accompanies us to God, who already loves and grieves for each of us.
Thanks to my blogging friend Yassy, for a poem and comment yesterday that got my mind going on this post. Check out her lovely poem.
©Elouise Renich Fraser, 16 September 2018