Matthew 18:15
The words are dry;
a disturbing distance removed
from the Teacher’s incandescent call
to follow and to share
in the captivating work of the kingdom.
They read backwards as if viewed
in a cloudy mirror, from the time
when discipleship’s spark has been forgotten
and God’s good people have settled
for something less.
Something less radical,
something less disturbing,
something less compelling,
something less fearful.
The unremembered Way has been displaced
by a lesser one with the modest aim
of ensuring that God’s good people
observe polite constraints and live together
without coming to blows too often.
These words are a sad concession,
unworthy of being placed upon the lips
of one who lived tingling life
spoke aching truth and loved
without the merest thought of compromise.
He whose words were filled with freedom’s hope
always had the right story
to stop such nonsense
before it became embarrassing.
© Ken Rookes
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