Assault on the Senseless

The Spirit’s upon him—
    But what about me?
For Him it’s “fulfillment.”
    For me, it’s obscene.

He says we bring flavor
    To blandished, bare Earth—
A day of abundance,
    A season of mirth.

But I know what I bring:
    A hand without thumbs—
A jot without tittles.
Something tasteless this way comes.

When I give my own brother
    Good cause for a grudge,
When I bear a false witness
    In front of the judge,

When my appetites drive me
    Instead of food’s flavors,
When I withhold some kindness
    From those the Lord favors—

Something tasteless this way comes.

When I give my words weight
    Invoking God’s name,
Or think I can decide
    Who’s worthy of shame—

When I think of divorce
    As common, not rare,
Or retain for myself
    What God means to share—

Something tasteless this way comes.

If I hide a great city
    In canyons miles deep,
If I seek my own blessing
    While others yet weep,

If fears for tomorrow
    Throw doubt on today,
If I walk by His side
    But get in the way—

Something tasteless this way comes.

When the Lord brings me lambs
    Who I treat like pigs,
Or when I am content
    With thorngrapes and thistlefigs,

When I think He can’t meet
    My primary needs
While I nurture and cultivate
    My own grimy Phariseeds,

When I bet the impossible
    Simply cannot be done—
Something tasteless indeed
    This earthly way comes.

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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One Response to Assault on the Senseless

  1. Greg Wright says:

    “You are the salt of the earth. But what good is salt if it has lost its flavor? Can you make it salty again? It will be thrown out and trampled underfoot as worthless.”

    This poem is a prayer of hope, really.

    As Peter reflects on the impossibility of what the Lord demands in “the Sermon on the Mount,” he sees the mundanity of our failings… and the way to the solution. We do not have to “fix” anything; we just have to believe that God is bigger than all our smallness. Seek: seek wholeheartedly and singlemindedly, and we shall find.

    Is Peter up to the challenge? Well, that’s another matter… as it is for us.

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