Falling From Grace |
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| He walked the water Of my isolation, |
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| Dispelling resolute doubt, |
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| Ministering comfort, | |
| Mouthing prayers and prophesies, | |
| Stealing away the fear. | |
| And I became The zealous convert, |
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| Wanting to believe, | |
| Preparing the sacrifice, | |
| Dancing the ritual, | |
| Witnessing the miracle. | |
| And he turned, To face inwards, |
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| Bending to his cross, | |
| Climbing his hill, | |
| Driving his nails, | |
| Forsaking his apostle. | |
| When, from bended knee, I raised my head, |
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| Whispering to his devil, | |
| Taking up the spear, | |
| Revealing the muddied feet | |
| Of just another man. |
| PJ Dobbs | |
| January 14th, 1998 |