Marvels
The old rugged cross
splinters and all
thorn in one’s side
festering
‘fore it let go.
Devoid of the deity
destined to be there,
simple sheep
beast
burdened.
1.
he used to imagine:
The Hulk.
Hues, shades
unable to see the forest
we walk among,
for that one
damnable
tree. Low-hanging
fruit, making all of paradise
one sticky situation.
Anger of the Father
flaming swords and all,
gamma-induced
mean streak,
counting to ten.
Commanded from the first
judge, jury,
and executioner,
throwing the Good Book at them.
Idle worship
of this,
that,
and the other
makes Him
green with envy
GOD SMITE!
His incredible wrath
setting sin upon his Son.
That day the sun,
stopped shining.
Veil torn in two,
yet this was but one of three.
2.
he used to imagine:
Spider-Man.
Nothing spectacular
or amazing
in appearance
that we should be attracted to Him.
Swinging in,
a man of sorrows
and acquainted with grief
your friendly neighborhood
Savior. “A menace!”
shouts J. Jonah Pharisee.
Suspended there, webs
hold our hero in place
until he nailed things down
got his story straight
all the world
and all the weight
“With great power comes great responsibility.”
3.
he used to imagine:
Vision, blinding
light
and sound–
a voice
disembodied.
Road to Damascus
neural pathways
synapses
flash
mental math
making leaps of faith
tinkered tin can,
less
than a man.
The 1s and 0s
do not compute
aligned
within the mind
and the soul
is but a stone
the builders rejected.
The weight of it
brought him to his
knees, dirtied
hurried, a hasty pace
placed
‘pon simple Simon
scuffs of dust
on shoes not yet walked
floorboards.
It shows in his own scars.