blessed be the child

blessed be the child

he put the Crown of Thorns

upon his head

hoping to bleed his mind

of all the errant thoughts

of the world

he searched for Crosses

for he had a pocket full of nails

and without fail

there was always someone available

to serve the purpose

of the hammering

not to mention those with piercing spears

whose fears had them

trying to kill that inner voice

only to have the water of spirit

pour out upon the Earth

his works were mighty

miraculous even

but they were not enough

the Virgins came running unto him

offering their secret treasures

for the sweet pleasures

only they dreamed about

who has the Oil for the Lamp

that all in the Room may see

and the Virgins may be fulfilled ?

he multiplied and fed the possibilities

and the feast was before them

who shall eat ?

the wine was abundant

but the people only understood

the temporal relief from their anguish

for a moment of brevity

for certainly

they were already inebriated by the world

but a few understood,

but none stood and professed

until they felt threatened

by their own surreal delusions

for their earnestly

was at best but a dance

for they heard not that music

that was always playing

so they went home

and threw them selves

a party of pity

celebrating their fitting dreams

that gets them by

but another day

they cast stones to the center of circles

hoping to demolish the demons

of their own false embraced convictions

and be deified

as they vilify their brethren

but they were not loosed . . .

just confused

for years to come

they followed the scent of salvation

with their hopes alone

but not their deeds

for their seeds and dreams

were not rooted in any particular reality

and the soils were shallow

and had no way to nurture the promise

the children  became the weapons of destruction

massly

and no mass could save them

nor could any priest

matter not how much confessed

their words became inflammatory

and incendiary towards one another

for the only important aspect of life

was “ME”

but they had already died

but knew it not

many have vied for a life

that was always theirs

but they knew it not

many prayed to a God without

but He resided within

but they knew it not

many loved a certain few

never realizing

that the Agape for all

was required here

but they knew it not

they hated themselves

and continued through each moment

to persecute their inner Saviour

by not believing in the message

but they knew it not

for to persecute the object

the messenger

was not threatening

it was better

to embrace their Barabas

and celebrate with more wine

and song

like some victory

had been achieved

let us vilify our Judas

let him become our objective Demon

for serving the part

of delivering the ultimate blow

kill the messenger you say

but he has already hung himself

in that tree

on that hill

that we may never forget

how we Slaughtered the Lambs

let us eat our Young

and smile with an inordinate glee

and we shall perish together

holding to our illusory love

as we create our own God

who shall judge us favorably

as we so wish

the Blind lead the Blind

and none may find

the way

for the way is found

in trust

of our Divine

not our Mind

and perspectives of our objectives

and how all should go

the way that

that small i in me should choose

still confused . . . .huh ?

a consideration is

when we let go of the outcome

and enjoy the journey

and gather the lessons

and pay them forward

we then come into a being of service

and what we then gather is our joy

we can then deploy our goodness

and profess that

“we deserve this”

for then we serve the purpose

of giving life unto life

blessed be the child

(31 January 2013 : william s. peters, sr.