Incorrigible Israel
Gazing at the heavens,
wondering
if I am to blame
for evil.
Incorrigible self.
I cast blame on
the self in ways
that only myself could.
The mind wonders–
God’s Glorious Grace–
Slow to anger
gets filled to the brim
and we are forced to reckon
the judgment.
Confusion, battery, misplaced
judgment
illuminated after a
long time court trial
that bears the innocent
to the guilty plea.
I find myself guilty
every so serenely...
I even look
to see if my face
is the face of evil, or hatred,
the face the causes the pain
that I am ever trying to control.
This control, when released,
can allow me to see,
the redeeming reality–
God set me free.
God’s grace is good,
if I so believe,
mentally
physically
emotionally
battered by vice
by myself only.
The vice of apostasy
and incorrigible self.
Plain to see,
the truth hidden
until set free~
