Iscariotís Lamentation

Unpacking a moment
Subtle frustrations
A day lost for waiting
Stop me before I forget
For distractions lure
To make more of a light affliction
Arrest me in Your presence
These words wonít do
All that speaks the lies of lacking
Sometimes I donít know what to say to You
Trivial pursuits to survive
Shortsighted for prolonged wanting
Losing security for the sight of the beautiful
All that grapples, soliciting vanity to my affections
Conditioned to consume
Media profit wagers to leverage the soul against the body
All things after appearances
Careless television programming bombardments
Predator behind the curtain
Death is the producer
Sitcom drama lusts
Between sex ads and course jesting
Souls depreciate for empty beholding
Is the light too bright for our eyes?
Or the darkness too thick to see through?
In either case we find comfort in familiar shadows
But breed contempt for familiar ties we quit traversing
Awaken the will to discover
Uncharted mystery
Effortless and divine Lover
You want me even when I canít stand myself
Back to the mundane
Looking for the worth in bread winning tradition
Accursed to toil by the sweat of my brow
And yet Yours bled to take the thorns grip
The chokehold of barbed vines piercing
Afflicted by the cares of the world
Back to Alabaster and nail wedged metatarsals
Incense rises from the edge of lips ignited
Verbalizing fire
Perfume bleeds down the feet that tread upon the waters Iíll never have to know
But Your blood is more costly than fine wines aged to find their savor
You are ageless yet fermenting in my heart
I am intoxicated by this Love like a true romance
Better than the stadium hype is the secret place
Bridegroom, wedding planner
Betrothed to Zion
Faith like the vows we write with our lives
The glory of the crucified reciprocated
The consummation of salvation
Death is but the gateway to everlasting resurrection
Like a fairy boat to usher saints down the aisle
Like a prearranged kiss upon the lips of the divine
To heal the cheek
As if the part that hurt the most
Made the pain of the cross childís play
When considering it was our nature to betray that put You there
And yet the nature of Your Love that intended itÖ
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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