Sunday, April 13, 2014

A Poem: Restless Peace

[title in flux]

"We wept, we fled in terror, the iron entered into our souls-- and you are the peace of God! Oh, I can forgive God His anger, though it destroyed nations; but I cannot forgive Him His peace."
- G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday

If you would just give me
some hard-hearted mandate
and watch with blank idol’s eyes
as I wrestled your mercilessness
to its inevitable silent conclusion--
and only then,
could I understand you,
for you would look so much
like me.

Oh, the violence of your justice
met my stomach so much sweeter
than this bitter-gilded grace
that burns away my old skin
as it boils down my throat.

And yet
my deepest gratitude comes when
you are unswayed
by my righteous 
your quiet like a healer’s compress
held against my soul’s delirium.

I have known
you in your command.
May I learn to drink deep
of Your peace.

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