Faithless
The stranger walks among them,
His body open and bare.
Hands still drip his life away
And he watches
Bend his ear, the homeless man
Who begs him for a coin
Out he hands an apple
He throws away
They bend their eyes from his face
Stray his accusing stare
He walks to them in anguish
His beloved kin
Their faces dwindle past him
Their laughter taunts his ears
The freedom that they seek is
That they taunt
At the church he lays his head
The thorns evoking tears
Till the preacher cuts his soul
"A house of God,
"This is a sacred place."
His body open and bare.
Hands still drip his life away
And he watches
Bend his ear, the homeless man
Who begs him for a coin
Out he hands an apple
He throws away
They bend their eyes from his face
Stray his accusing stare
He walks to them in anguish
His beloved kin
Their faces dwindle past him
Their laughter taunts his ears
The freedom that they seek is
That they taunt
At the church he lays his head
The thorns evoking tears
Till the preacher cuts his soul
"A house of God,
"This is a sacred place."
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I wrote this piece after a class mate mentioned what it would be like to meet Jesus in present day. At first I thought it silly but as the topic rolled around in my head I had to expel what was bugging me onto paper. This is what came out. I like it, and I hope you do too.