Thursday 10 February 2011

Lectionary poem

While struggling with the gospel reading for next Sunday I wrote the following poem...

Adultery (Matthew 5:27)

Jesus said,
It is not the sweaty consummation,
writhing: energy to ecstasy
that is most destructive.
Much worse are the mental
unconsummated fantasies
that override commitment
and undermine reality.
That give imagined passion
the motivation and power:
dreaming driving drawing draining
relationships in the real world.
What can compete with the unbridled unreality
of obsession that leads to a madness of dislocation?

“Blest are the pure in heart”

I wonder what they will make of it on Sunday?

chitika