Ripping the Veil 

When Jesus Turned Democrat…

The Tangled Snickerpuss

[Poem continued: Discernment]

Alas he flew right in
it was so quick
it made my head spin
it cut to the wick!

No, NO! I screamed, as he made for the fury
He sung back, "Hold on, and don’t you worry!"

As he weaved in and out
moving through the fray,
He managed to dodge all of the spray!
He gave quite a shout!
“I know what you are doing
and it’s in the name of love you’re pursuing!”

“But,” He sung, “THIS is not THE WAY!
This wrestle and frighting, this spitting and fighting
it’s only Dogma’s noose you are actually tightening!”

I held on with such a great shock
for in all the fraying,
I could actually take stock
of all that the Warbler was saying.

Little voices of light were in the middle of this chaos
fighting with light, trying to tame all of the clay pots.

They too, were starting to dangle,
the angrier and more fearful they got, the more that they wrangled -
with Dogma’s dance, his sneer so divine
pretending to be the One of our hearts, the one so sublime!

My heart started pounding
as they cried in the zoo
screaming nothing more than Dogma’s voodoo.

I said to the Warbler, “How can this be so?”
He sung back to me
“They’re caught in its undertow!
They too have thought, this way is too grand
if we just do it with power, it’s a sure grand slam!
They’ve forgotten the way, the servant of hearts
and turned into this instead of using their Kingdom smarts.”

Now He kept singing, “This swinging won’t do
we must free them, and get out of this too.”
In He flew swiftly with power and might,
singing of sweet love in the trail of his flight.

Soon enough, and much amazement to me
I started to see which filled me with great glee
a new breeze that was blowing.

The breeze itself was moving to song
it was starting to penetrate through this angry throng.
The more that He sung, the greater the breeze
and the more he kept going
the more that it freed!

Erratic he flew!
I clung to the vine
as I realized the power
of His love so sublime.

We flew from the fray,
and I tell you to this day,
I still remain so surprised.

I thought the flight in was the end of my days
but it turned out there was power in His ways;
The love he had shown
and the wind that was blown
tumbled their whole wrangle.

That's when I started to learn
the only way to tangle,
is to wrangle with love, and let that dangle.

jajjc
8/28/2022

Skeletons as the icons representing the books? Either way, lots of skeletons here to match the dance and sway….skeletons in closet same as right.