ACTUS REUS

We yell and sin.
we pray to you with coarse words in coarse mouths.
we hate Nineveh and call eagerly for fire.
We unbridle anything half-tamed, lusting for freedom on out own terms.
we die little deaths & dig little graves
and we love the sacred raisin cakes at the funeral feast.
eve's daughters fence with adam's sons
and blood covers even the edges of the holy ground.
we get sick, stale, stuck, mired & unloved and caged
and then we yell and sin
with faces wet with tears and hard hearts
that turn to water
and sin is beaten back,
if we yell for Jesus
because he is the beater-back, crusher of darkness, the one
who takes the
hurricane of pain so that we can
yell and sin
another day.

Hallelujah