#shriek
It’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we’d do
Venom headers
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catholic guilt vs protestant belief in your own inherent superiority, fight
wait no I just remembered a few hundred years of history I take this post back
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Halloween, 2000
Most of what I write is very I HAVE INSPIRATION AND MUST TYPE THIS RIGHT NOW BEFORE I FORGET, but I’m trying to branch out…
So drop a poem prompt/idea in my asks if you want
The Word Made Flesh; RNA transcription
Of all the heresies,
I find that of the gnostics perhaps
The least comprehensible of them all
Separation of creation:
My spirit holy and sanctified
My flesh ruined beyond repair
Can something made in Your image
Be irredeemable?
Does the corruption of sin render matter
Worthless?
Or
Can the whisper of Your voice linger
In the brokenness?
Does the copying of my genetic code
Echo Your words?
Proteins flying
Through the typewriter of my cells
Dashing out
Into my body to tell it the design
Depending on who you ask
The mapping of the genome
Our attempt to do what
The little RNA do everyday
Could fill hundreds, if not thousands of books:
The truth of my flesh made word
The beloved disciple told us,
That despite his attempt
To record in faithful truth,
The full record of all You did
Could overwhelm all the libraries in the world:
The Word of Truth made Flesh
So tell me that the faithful little proteins
Do not show us your reflection
Tell me of my cursed body,
How it cannot be redeemed
I will laugh and look to the One who
Wore this imperfect reflection with me
You came not to rid our spirits of flesh
But to make it whole and perfect again