My Salvation

“I once was blind

But now I see”

Sings the choir

Swaying gently 

            Side             to     side.

 

She loves the Lord

And tells me, the nonbeliever,

just have a little faith.

So I brood, quiet tension

between myself and His flock

courses through my body.

Yes, my body,

whole, and unbroken

so unlike the man

on the ubiquitous crosses.

 

They are certainly sheep

I agree with that sentiment.

But for only a moment

until

the wolves start showing teeth.

 

In the wild,

wolves hunt wisely

stalking only the weak.

These wolves hunt me

as this herd has outgrown its means

becoming ever bolder

to try and feed their ranks.

 

 

 

I am not weak.

Nor am I in need of it,

this salvation that they offer.

If they were truly my friends

if they truly cared about my soul

they would stop trying to smother it

like a panicked Madonna

woken by a difficult child

screaming in the night

may claim love

while extinguishing life.

 

She smiles at me

“He may save you yet.”

Something breaks.

I part without a word.

Never have I needed saved.

Especially not by Him

I am no damsel in distress

your savior can do nothing for me.

 

Tell me

that I am bound for Hell

and I will laugh

at the sheer presumption

because your own dogma

tells you

that only He may judge.

 

I am my own salvation.

I exist

in readiness to face my fate

but I will live my life

my way.

 

Amen.

Reviews

[D. L. Hutson]

Good flow to the Poem, but what a Sad message. Saying you need no help nor do you want any.