His World · Poetry

The Forgotten

I was born blind,
Unable to see my mother’s smile
If ever I did make her smile,
Or the proud look of my father
If ever he was proud of me,
It wasn’t too long until society turned a blind eye to me,
Isolated,
Forgotten…

I was deaf,
Never heard the birds chirping,
Waterfalls cascading down rocky riverbeds,
Or even an “I love you” from my parents,
Deaf and unheard,
Cast aside and my Cries?
bootless,
The world? Just as deaf as me…

I was a leper,
Deprived of love’s embrace,
Too unclean to live,
To share experiences,
To be loved and accepted,
A living cadaver,
An untouchable man,
Longing,
Reaching out for something I could never have…

I was a prostitute,
Rejected,
Never knew love,
Never made love,
Just an object for pleasure,
Temporary,
So definitely not love,
Shoved aside once they got their fill,
Unable to be loved by men who just loved the feeling I gave them,
Unlovable…

I was possessed,
Soul drifted far into the further,
Drowning in my own vessel,
An outsider within myself,
Dejected,
Rejected,
Neglected,
Never taken heed of,
Befriended by my demons;
Summons for help shoved aside by the same people that gave the “love thy neighbour sermons”…

But…

There was this man…
This man…
He saw us,
He looked at us,
He looked beyond the brokenness,
Beyond the derelict state of our souls,
Beyond what He had heard,
He looked at us with love.
Such a foreign gaze,
A foreign feeling,
A transforming kind of love,
A beckoning kind of love…
A love so pure,
A love so true,

He said “let he without sin cast the first stone”,
In a scene unseen a sinner was beckoned,
A jaw dropping moment of rare introspection as “holy men” examined their hearts just to find holes in them,
Voids preventing love from seething through and remaining and yet allowing the thick pollution from the world to percolate and invade…
Brood of vipers poisoning the world with man-made doctrines, teaching traditions as though they were God’s own words,
Fighting for seats of honour and yet living with none,
Speaking of God’s love and yet unable to portray it,
Dressed in fancy church clothes and yet lacking a heart of Christ…

Let He who has ears listen to what the spirit says to the churches,
We are called to be like Jesus,
Remembering the forgotten,
Embracing the rejected,
Loving the unlovable,
Stop pointing out the problems but become the solutions,
The world is sick and we’ve got the cure,
It is time to percolate the crowds,
Time to let the gospel out…

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