Mother Mary

In times of trouble

Said a man,

Mother Mary whispered, “Let it be.”

 

I was told nobody worships her.

I believe it.

But still, the priest says the alter is not clean

As if they have to order a new one.

It’s not the alter that is sanctified,

Nor the gift on the alter.

Rather, the heart of the repentant.

 

With that, it is Mary worship

To say the Alter is unclean

And to not cast out the laymen’s sin.

Throw it into the Sea, Judah;—

You know the whole world suffers from it.

 

We need cleansed;—

Men walk about with their hearts uncircumcised.

What does that mean?

We walk around with our hearts not purified

With that writhing animal within us.

I am not a Gnostic,

Because I say clearly it needs to come out.

How, though? If the priests forget their mysticism?

A thousand homilies cannot take that out;—

It must be done with power, and the knife

Of grace.

 

Protestants believe it not so;—

Catholics complain about the alter.

I have even heard it, but the knife needs

To be wielded, the surgeon needs to cut.

 

And should the cancer come up again,

I say, “We walk in the world, every one of us.”

Deliver us! Don’t leave us here, for God’s Sake

And His elect! It should be a treatment,

Like a drip bag, with a scalpel to take out the tumor.

Don’t let us suffer, with that ingrate inside of us

The one you hide, Judah.

Take it out with the knife,

And don’t say, “The alter.”

The alter has no power.

Only Christ has the power to save…

If the man’s heart were unclean

But truly repentant…

I’d say even the most unclean of alters

Would be sufficient.

The dirtiest table.

Throw the alcohol on it

And disinfect it,

Because the old testament laws are no longer aportioned.

 

Therefore, o Judah, because you understand it is so

Take the scalpel and cut from Elijah, from Judah, from Eleazar

That wife of his, the one who made them suffer all night

That strange wife,

And remove it from him with the scalpel God has given you

The Sword of The Spirit of the Elect.

Or… is it that you have lost faith in Christ?

Has Sardis made you soil your garments, as well?

To see unwieldy surgeons?

 

So it is, that Jesus is my LORD.

That is sufficient, now perform the cleansing ritual.