to exist

Cleaning our minds
To understand.
What is holy and acceptable,
that one should find refuge
and one should find beauty
and one should take peace
and glue them together
pieces from opposite puzzles
yet harmonizing in a song splendid
to only the ears of individuals
listening through what was not
created by God, but by the hands
of men. It is our reluctant virtue
that we take pleasure in only what
is good and right, and are pulled
like slaves to the gallows away from
the ways that we justify as culture,
when all along, the culture spit on us,
and we spit back, calling them sinners.

Now we show our friends our backs
and ask for them to lay hands on us
to massage, to propel, to amuse
and we rebuke their technique,
if it is not our own. Our faces are
hidden in the shame of our words
cast in the shadow of our thoughts
and yet we shed glance on One who
delivers the breath to our lungs,
and begs for our non-resistence to life.
And when our heads turn, He kisses
us anyhow, and lets us walk blind,
in the opposite way we should go.