Who will change their lives?
Who will recognize
The truth of their lies?
When the prophet cries
Who will wipe his tears?
Who will calm his fears
As the months drag into years?
When the prophet cries
Who will listen?
Who will hear?
Who will care?
When the prophet cries
In the desert
In the city
Does anyone hear?
Does anyone care?
When the prophet cries
Because he cannot be silent
Because he cannot not
What place inside him dies?
And what place explodes to life
Like a cactus to bloom
At the first drop of rain?
When the prophet cries
Alone
At night
While others sleep
Where is the comfort?
Where is the Comforter?
When the prophet cries
And people leave
And his heart rips in two
And it feels so personal
Does it help to remember
the prophets in prison
or sawed in two
or chained and gagged
or beaten ad whipped
or crucified?
When the prophet cries
And the prophet cries
What is normal?
How can one return to that?
When the prophet cries
Why do the NO's
Sound so much louder
Than the YES's?
When the prophet cries
Who knows the prophet's pain?
When the prophet cries
Who else dies?
(This one is from a while back when I was going through a hard time and struggling with my role as a pastor/prophet. I guess enough of the pain has worn off now, so that I feel more comfortable sharing it.)
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