The Reality of Man (Luke 22:44)
I neither can explain nor trace
The meaning of these tears
(Nor the feelings required of me)
When, face to face,
I behold Another weeping;
Tangible as a heartbeat beneath the skin,
Held within the tension of living,
Contracting in grief,
Relaxing in the relief of joy.
(But did not the Master say
Every action is to be
A witness
And a martyrdom
And we fools repeat
And plead within a scholar’s heart
That for men there is no middle ground
Between what is faith and sin?)
And the Word looks beautifully written down
Outward from the page
Seeking new eyes to read,
New minds to perceive
The soft requiem
Of grieved delight,
And the silence
Of holiness amidst the night.
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love,
luke
The meaning of these tears
(Nor the feelings required of me)
When, face to face,
I behold Another weeping;
Tangible as a heartbeat beneath the skin,
Held within the tension of living,
Contracting in grief,
Relaxing in the relief of joy.
(But did not the Master say
Every action is to be
A witness
And a martyrdom
And we fools repeat
And plead within a scholar’s heart
That for men there is no middle ground
Between what is faith and sin?)
And the Word looks beautifully written down
Outward from the page
Seeking new eyes to read,
New minds to perceive
The soft requiem
Of grieved delight,
And the silence
Of holiness amidst the night.
-------
love,
luke