Uncivil Obedience

I have ultimate free will

I can be the fisherman and his drifting boat;
the fishfood and the anchor;
the vast sea and the teeny hook

We can be an expanding net

I can be the shepherd and his guiding star;
the lamb and the crook;
the gate and the key

We can be a pilgrimage ritual

I choose to be dazzlingly visible,
yet impenetrabaly unseen

I can be the physician and his medicine;
the bed and the scalpel;
the labcoat and the microscope

We can be a healing hospice

I can be the father and his son;
the man and his god;
your friend and your brother

We can be a loving family

I choose to be great in judgment,
yet humble in mercy

I can be the author and his text;
a thought and a word;
the masterblueprint and the scaffold

We can be an award winning city

I can be the king and his priest;
the bread and the wine;
the temple and its cornerstone

We can be a sacred precinct

I choose to bless generously,
yet withhold my infinite riches

I can be the gardner and his vine;
a wild fire and an immovable rock;
the pitchfork and the fertiliser

We can be a nurturing greenhouse

I can be the rebel and the law;
the judgment and the pardon;
the fence and the welcoming threshhold

We can be a place of refuge

I choose to be the nightingale under the moon,
and the cock at dawn

I can be the master and his slave;
the lamp and its oil;
the money and the gift

We can be a happening party

I can be the prophet and his miracle staff;
the quietest babe and the largest planet;
a cosmic artist and a neon tattoo

I choose to hate sin,

yet...

I choose to love you