Promised Land
Mess of life and mess of portion
The precipice of grace placed to help us totter
On these
The grounds of life lived in the face of
flaming swords and prohibitions to enter not
the land of new humanity
Enter not
but enter soon
Suffer well
but suffer not
the sins of Cain and spirits of Saul
Rather the zeal of Phineas and boils of Job
Taste beauty wasted soul;
Taste beauty
hope
and tears
The ground did open
Divine did weep
The Promised Land
Will surely keep
-P.Majorins
Impressions at a Free Church Liturgy
The liturgies of these hours are still set in stone
Habits of iconic devotion
Quick
Listen, pray, bow
The stage, “freedom”, pretense
These things too; are habits of disguised devotion
These things
They tell us who we are
Shadow and light
human…remember this
Remember this and speak not.
–P.Majorins
