Why must you misconstrue
so much? I seek for nothing new.
I know my mission: to uphold
truths long forgotten by the world;
eternal truths. I have not come
to preach dogmatics or proclaim
the right of some exclusive sect
to rule through pain of interdict.
For every church and creed
is something that this world has made;
and everything that’s made must end.
I speak of what endures,
of what is lost and found
eternally. Faith did not climb
slowly from the primeval slime,
nor burst from the volcanic fires.
It is incarnate through recourse
of spirit to our spirit’s source.
Though hucksters in and out of church
make tawdry everything they touch,
hawking the relics of their trade,
their bits of dogma, parts
of broken creeds and hearts,
that spirit shines amid the void,
amid the travesties
of things that are, the truth that is.
And, truth-begotten, God’s true heir,
The new Adam . . .