From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
“I abhor sacrifices
burnt offerings and the rest”
God said
again and again and again.
A contrite spirit he desires he says
but we
set on action
works righteousness embrace
while denial words erupt.
Why sacrifice preoccupation
if not on God’s priority list?
Easier to wallow in the guilt
of wanting to be human
than plumb spirit contrition
for what that might mean.
We neatly set the formula:
someone has to die.
Not I
Not I
we say
and think we can breathe free
as hanging on the cross we see
the one supposed sacrifice
the oe who creed says pays the price.
“No sacrifice!” God screams.
“When will you understand
that your spirit I desire?”
Nice poem. Thanks for sharing. Have a great weekend.