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The
triangle...three sided envelope
Supporting
father, son, holy spirit
Pop, Jack in the
box,
Out pops a cross
Pop goes the
weasel,
Pop goes the
cross
Pop goes the
illusion Pop goes the sense of security Pop goes the lie
Cracker Jacks,
tootsie pops,
Cereal box
treasures...out pops the cross
Someone stuffed
that theory so neatly into a book,
The B-i-b-l-e-,
the one that stands for me,
So the song goes,
The one that has
crept into the minds and hearts of millions
The anguish of
sin, death, heaven, hell
The Cross of
forgiveness, the sinful man and woman’s ticket to eternity
Embrace it, kneel
before it, kiss it, pray to it, hope in it==BE FOOLED BY IT!
Jack in the box
Thinking thinking
thinking–hum, so many so weak, so fearful, so lost, so desiring to hand over
their only gift, the power to choose, the free will, that power which puts us
in the box of accountability and vulnerability,
No, get away from
me,
Keep that gift
that power
Give me peace,
give me a leader, give me a theory
Take my tension
away
god turn your
voice to another, not to me
Out pops the
cross
Out pops the
entire theory and story of life, sin, the cross, the resurrection
Of life and
death, of fear and reprisal from the devil
Out popped the
devil, out popped the cross,
Pop goes the
weasel
The game
continues, myriads grasping the illusion, ushering themselves into the
position of dulled dead lifeless spirits–bodies given over to destruction,
the slow and thereby inevitable decay and death...embraced as the answer to
all of this anguish and frustration and mystery.
So much easier to
let go and let another chose for me, think for me, direct me, correct me, then
simply delete me...from the page of life and surely from the experience of
love.
Traded: the
illusion of security for the real life power of love
Pop goes the
cross, my powerful soul soothing remedy for my inability to love and my fear
to live...the garden of Eden–the beginning and the end, your choice and
mine...so be it, amen
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