God in Kind

The conquest for conscience is ongoing
Tho some only appear to be weekend warriors at best
They stumble through 6 & fold on 7 as merely a jest

Is this to be our corporate fate as the days draw nigh
To haphazardly appear, while we sigh from our negligent efforts
While a universe dies?

I for 1 refuse to concede & dare not relent
Too great a price was paid to redeem this worn tent
To acquiesce is the cowards bent

What say you as you read this pitch?
Are you warm & smug & content
To wallow in the filth of your own indifference?


I long for the warmth of that all-encompassing embrace
To strive for greatness, not as the world would see
But 1 that brings a smile to my Creator's face

I long for the greatness that makes no sense of the quantifiable
To make the material nothing short of laughable
By embracing the only One that can make these things capable

A Garrison finish cannot be my fate
The negotiation of my lot is not to be achieved late
May it be said that 'he came early & stayed late'

Anyone else weary of the involutionless rhetoric?
Where is the provocation to action
The stirring of hearts, brewing of passions & the love that pricks?

If you have it, may you never let her loose
For those who don't, may we rest not til we find
The Community that is our God in kind