My tears he drank through grinning lips and laps of hollowed pity. My prayers he swallowed in prideful gulps and bowls of laughing lies.
In broken humility, I followed him still. I called him God. I paid my tithes and rent my clothes.
Before his feet, I laid my broken heart. And in my opened chest, he spat.
This is how my mind sometimes wanders when I'm's [sic] bored.
Definitely imagery worth exploring though.
ReplyDeleteIt brings a scripture to mind:
"Beware, for even the devil comes as an angel of light" (2 Corinthians 11:14)
Interesting when you consider that many consider the god of this world to be Satan.
ReplyDeleteThat's something that's crossed my mind with many a O_o? recently.
Part of me sometimes wonders how literal the figure of Satan truly is -- or how literal a lot of the Genesis stuff is (i.e. Garden of Eden, flaming swords, Tree of Life, etc.)
ReplyDeleteSometimes I wonder if it's all purely symbolic. After all, was not Christ's preferred method of teaching the parable? Why would it be different before He walked on the earth?