courtesy: Wordpress Blog Random_Michelle
Your dress
is a landscape of ivory white
resewn, fallen
in between
dirty cliffs
filthy rags
that not even
the strongest whitening agent could clean.
False righteousness revealed;
in the decorated bodice
easily disintegrating
just like a museum’s
aged parchment
words
that flow from your
undeserving tongue
have long left
the searching jaded
its luster decaying
behind dying hues
proven
unfaithful
by the poisoned views
of its body...
far away from the rugged cross
hypocritically evolved
.Self-superiority.
becoming lost
to the message it ought
to live...
no longer a part
of who waits
at the altars edge
compelled to fulfill
a covenant
based on a love
that you distorted
marginalizing many
who turn away...
for if you represent
a light that is set on a hill
they’d prefer to embrace the
dark valleys
and furthermore
dwell there still.
Since
the misrepresentation
of its main story
stands thickened
just like your veil haughtily filled
with complex additions
of your finite claims
that mocks the altar on
which your life should have been laid
and the price
your groom handsomely paid
to buy among many gifts,
a priceless
gown
.Spotless.
.Renewed.
Bordered with lace
diamonds and rubies
that you foolishly
decided not to use.
You robed the older model
that had once made you suffer,
embellished all its bad areas
not realizing that new cloth
just made its rent wider
just like the road where
you now tread
decorated with the
petals of your bouquet
slowly changing
understandably fading
yet
you stand there confused
shocked at their wilting.
The psaltery and harp
that guided your entry
have stopped suddenly
mid-chorus
Empty pews
Force you to shift focus
to who waits on at the end of the aisle
Meaningful gaze
sorely disappointed,
turning away
leaves you dressed
in the sum of your inventions
disgraced by the bride
He no longer recognizes.
#Selah Saturdays
My Inspiration: Holy Week & Photo Prompt by Random_Michelle
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