A pastoral scene

Sat, 05/09/2015 - 17:01 -- ccballi

We men have painted in blood a small, disproportionate portrait of our God.


Predestination of life and damnation,

One trail but two gates for the will-less cattle, and

Segregation by herds

Branded before birth

Judged merely by the bitter whims of some Bearded Detached Ranchero in the Sky


That is not who God is. It's quite the pastoral scene, but it's blasphemously arrogant.


We do not yet have a canvas large enough to fit our God

or enough color to depict the magnitude of justice, love, mercy, grace, sacrifice,

or wisdom

or eyes wide enough to see the entire masterpiece created by him,

the Ultimate Painter.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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