IRON FIST OF LOVING KINDNESS


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(from THE PULLING DOWN OF STRONGHOLDS)


THE IRON FIST OF LOVING KINDNESS

…By the letter of the Law and the long arm of the Lord,

An iron fist of loving kindness…


Just half a body of Christ uneaten—
Enough bottles of the Blood to forget,
Lest I waste my final sin on anger…
Half my breath wasted on unspoken psalms.
As I shiver, rosary beads of sweat
Bead across a brow so beat and beaten,
By the love and the kindness of strangers…
And the strangest kind of love, no less—
An iron glove of loving kindness,
Worn by the hand of God and soccer moms.
.............Not peace but a sword,
.............Because the violent take it by force,
.............To make apostles of the apostate
.............To lie prostrate and to kiss the prostate
.............Of Heaven’s earthly kingdom elect.
.............In tow out toward,
.............Knocking on all of the heathens’ doors,
.............To purchase souls, and to sell a sect.

I once was lost but now I find
I’m saved and losing more and more—
Lord, I pray they quit while they’re ahead.
Greater is He that has forsaken me,
To leave me in a world this poor…
With such strong cases for weak minds,
With my best interests in their heads—
With eyes only to gauge my progress,
And ears only to hear me confess…
Praying for me, with me…preying on me…
.............Loving us enough to offend,
.............To make this world their stage, to stage their passion plays.
.............But there are those who changed their roles,
.............When life’s ironies took their toll…
.............By His children’s pitiless love,
.............Sentenced to Heaven’s hands again
.............Because the hands of Heaven are open always,
.............But wearing huge, cold iron gloves.


…Sparing good intentions, and good intentions to spare,
An iron fist of loving kindness.


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