Hagiography aporia in the form of
An idol we make out of those
Who are not heroes like Jesus on
His cross who has freed so many
Who don't get it... don't know it,
Even after the baptism in the waters
Feeling like fire after resurrecting
Clean from the trough where left
Floating are the sins of the past,
Future - presently suspended in the
Cool pool of water that's emptied
Like we wish our heads were from
The reminders that come back in
Haunting movies in our minds
Leaving us doubting the forgiveness,
Freedom and love of a Savior who
Didn't cry, "Stop, take this cup from me!"
But, "Your will be done, not mine!"
So we can drink to the dregs of
This life.
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