Monday, November 18, 2013
She Cannot Be Silenced
you think that now you've found a voice we aren't laughing at you?
you think because a few of you band together, you can change the world?
you have no idea who you're up against, do you?
or you wouldn't be so bold
you wouldn't step out like this
throwing all your chances away
your dignity is gone upon the wind that blew by your house yesterday
they tell you that you are brave and you believed them because they believed in you
and it is really one vicious cycle of misplaced confidence
you think we care what you say, what you do, how you speak of us?
we are power; we are not threatened by your feeble attempts to assert your freedom
you sound like cats fighting
you sound like chickens clucking
you sound like instruments screeching for children who don't know how to play them
poor, lost child. there may still be grace for you if you want to come back now
you'll make an excellent Prodigal
come back and say that everything you wanted was just you being a silly schoolgirl
come back and wash yourself clean in the fiery furnace of our guidance
we'll relent once you have been properly chastised
and it's more than you deserve, you know that
yes, you do
run back now, put these chains back on, they become you
oh, don't you see how beautiful you are, bound and shamed?
it's what he wants.
listen now or it will be too late. you have failed before you even start
you have no idea who you're dealing with
but we can still forgive you
let us wrap you safely in our cocoon of truth
we want to help you, save you, rescue you
we fear for your soul and the other poor souls you drag down with you
do you not see how Jesus weeps?
we will pray for you
i have changed my name
and it may seem like one bold and foolish action
asking for a beat down
i was a small candle, flickering, sputtering
now i blaze with passion for speaking my mind
i am not going to sit here and take it
there is a time to stand up and reason with the reasonable
you are long gone into your angry, controlling ways
so far gone that love does not even glimmer in your eyes
but instead rolls off your tongue a lifeless, gray clot
the holy one once spoke of whitewashed sepulchers,
and who can live in such places of death?
you sound like the clash of sword against sword
you sound like the rattling of a sleepless viper
you sound like the roar of a tank crushing anything in your path
i'd rather be a poor lost child than one of your ninety and nine
they tell you you are calm and logical and full of reason
but it is really one vicious cycle of la la la, not listening to any but your own.
we will not wear your chains, forged in the fires of suppression
we finally see our beauty, and it is freedom that becomes us
you see a tree bent and scorched with branches stripped bare
assuming death and damnation
we see within the wounded bark a deep, deep love, circling love, circling life
we see those roots tired of fallow soil plunge hungrily down toward water alive
we don't ever waste a thing. see those fallen leaves you thought would turn to ashes?
we drew nourishment from those thousand tiny deaths
and will spring anew when our healing is complete
resistance is invigorating
restoration is holy work
you fear for my soul? oh, do not fear at all
for where you quake at punishment and wrath
i hear an anguished voice crying "Father, forgive!"
i hear a tear-filled voice shouting out "Come forth"
and we, all who bowed and scraped and crushed our dreams at your command,
we are shedding our grave-clothes, our rags, and our man-made muzzles
at the sound of his calling
we are free, indeed
Posted by Jamie at 6:01 PM