Along The Edges

How can we not see?

How do we walk by?

The people on the edge

Hanging by a thread

Due to snap any day now

Any moment in time

Crystallized in our memories

The weathered faces reflect no more

On a calloused heart

His love frees us

Causes us to dare

To dream again, to see again

To rise up with eagles

God is our eyes

We need to see through Him

As Him

With Him

To never overlook the least of these again

Those on the edge

Of reason

Of our sensibilities

Our prejudices

Echoing in the recesses of the dead man we should have left behind.

How can we not hear?

The waves of judgmentalism

Rolling onto the shores of our credibility

Escaping our mouths

Like modern-day Pharisees

We are that man!

From the Prophet Nathan to the streets of Manhattan

To the church

Ineffectual in our commission

Impotent in our screaming at the darkness

Wondering why it does not understand what it cannot

Forgetting where we once were

The darkness that once enveloped us as well

But God

How do we not hear?

The thunder of our own failed criticism

Barbed wired Christianity

The love of Christ lacking

Missing

Surgically removed from our precision

We stand off on a hill

Watching

Waiting for God

To lay waste to our Nineveh

Like Jonah before; we have decided

The course God needs to take

How do we not feel my Lord?

How has all grown cold?

Numb to the pain

Inflicted on those in the world

Crippled at the gate that is called beautiful

Waiting for a reason to believe again

But we pass them by

Seeking in the depths of our own hearts

For the silver and gold

Which we should have not

How do we not feel my Lord?

The eyes upon us from the edges

Of a prodigal wasteland

Needing to see Jesus

Needing to hear Christ

Needing to feel the love of a savior

In a world that saves nothing

And believes in less

May the scales fall from our eyes

And the sweetness of God escape our lips again

May our pitilessness soften

And the people come to us again

From the edges

From our Nineveh

May they come before that single thread snaps

And consigns them to what you have already saved us from

Through your grace and mercy

For we know of our human frailties Lord

Life happens along the way to God

When God should be the life that happens along the way

Christ in us

The hope of glory

The edges needs to see that hope within us again

To bring them back