In church the story of 4 men carrying a paralyzed friend on a mat was told. Unable to get past the crowd to see if Jesus could help him, broke convention, rules with no thought for themselves. Risk became irrelevant.


When There is Nothing Left to Lose

When risk means nothing
Where there are no solutions
That fit society’s rules
Pious platitudes twist
A listener’s ears
With meaningless platitudes

Grandiose structures
Extravagant possessions
Valuably valueless
Whispered as prosperity gospel

While the teachers covenant
Is replaced by contradictions
Whose pharisees
Preach Dominance
Preach destruction
Preach compliance
Preach war

Saving grace defies
Rules made to imprison
With deflection from humanity
That is desperations catalyst

Desperation yields
Actions exempt from fear
Where norms, rules
Become irrelevant

For compassion and care
Squash rules that deny
Access to a Devine prophecy
Witnessed by healing grace

While peace germinates
Seeds of defiance
Defined by musical brass notes
That pace rhythmic steps
Towards a savior’s legacy
That has been spiritually defined



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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Most interesting to be carried when unable to carry oneself, of true friendship in times of adversity, and that being that final remaining social bond that rises and carries when agency collapses. It in a way brings back to me that elusive childhood visual of pallbearers carrying a closed casket where dependence and humiliation of mortality being held by others in an act of final dignity. Religion on the other hand is a mythical shroud of sorts that emulate sacred scripture but in practice is a simple carrying minus the actual physical healing (for the most part) which may be seen as impotent faith in said religion after which the said rescue is left with mere human (carrying) hands. And as the mind (in that state of loss) finally becomes unstable, contradiction becomes the only language left to express with.
2026-08-03


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