Feasting with Sinners
A poem about crossing divides.
What we see is limited
as long as we contain ourselves
in a container of comfortable existence
like herbs packaged for freshness
we try to keep ourselves naive
far away from the pounding of the pestle
more than happy to sit in ignorance, insensitive
to those longing for water where only depression will ever fall
as leaves are pounded to create a finer substance
as perfume is poured out to tantalize a world of senses
maybe we need to let ourselves be broken before we can truly live
maybe the exercise of faith will develop our backbone, our gristle
maybe through struggle, we will gain the strength to become sensitive
to start walking, leaving behind our golden idols, our precious wall
maybe serving a little bread, maybe giving a cup of water is our penance
communion, together in a desert with those we considered senseless
maybe they are, but honestly, we aren’t much better in the way we love
but maybe that’s what makes grace so divine, so special
maybe because they show the truth of who they really are, the self-righteous will always find the righteous offensive
yes, the truth is an ointment of terrible burning, yet still capable of making us well
love means sacrificing not taking, but maybe only it can make a difference
About the Creator
Kelvin Bueckert
Kelvin is an actor and a writer. He is also surprisingly human. As such he has written plays, books and self-serving author biographies. More information on Kelvin and his books is available at www.kelvinbueckert.com
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