we hold up what? a standard
winter night walking in europe
we see by torch light, what was
a great gift–what seems like ancient stone
cathedrals, and alleyways of mystery
inacted in stone. But now
in place of this, A living One-
a standard, a building, an idea-or worse
we see
dark dust ready to crumble awake,
man linked meetings, in the place of
spiritual splendour, the wealth of being
in Him
and we think, why were we comparing ourself to this
when all our ultimates pale..
nothing compares–
a nation
a woman
a convention
and then here is this One
living compassionate
and we pale–all our ideals
we refuse to hold them up again–our ideals
we suddenly decide: nothing but Jesus Himself
the One who formed all this…
Against this raging…..
Lover, we view all this
