The Song...

The song that played of sweet connection
And the completing of a story,
Suffered unimaginable violence in the wrenching
Of a life undeserving of it’s effect…
Of a heart not given fair answer…
Left out of touch and portioned with ill conceived untruth,
Answered in vengeance for what was not spoken,
Castigated in massively shredded garments
Before a public that did not ever know the truth…
Or want to know the truth…

Perhaps all that had been unspoken of holiness,
All that was not expounded as truth,
Everything that was not pushed forward
Of wholeness and heartiness of life,
Found its mark anyway, in the way we lived,
Shouting a message we did not have to push,
And was inevitably the arrow we did not fire…

How do we live…? The question begs an answer…
Is our sermon from street corners ?
Or from great and mighty pulpits of mans desire ?
Or do we preach in the very breath we breathe,
In the very act of living each day… ?
In a real and true response to God, with open heart,
With faith written on our faces and hearts…

Jesus before His attackers was dumb…
He had no need to speak…
He had no need to preach…
He lived what He was…
He lived WHO He was…
There was nothing more to say…
He could not be anything else than what He was…
And no one could change it,
No matter what they did…
No matter who they were…

As God spoke to Moses I AM WHO I AM…