National Poetry Month – Speak the Unspoken

marcus2Speak the Unspoken

By Marcus McGhee

Speak the unspoken

Awake the unwoken

While standing on mounts of Sinai with Moses

Conversing about the commandments of God

Watching bushes burns and rivers split

Remembering the children who dwelled in deserts

Decades upon decades upon decades yet they still entered lands of promise.

See lies no longer cover the truth and blessing unveiled like sight to those that touch the garments of Jesus.

And tell me you don’t believe

Tell me you can’t conceive the thought

Can’t buy into the notion that he who stands with God never stands alone…

Why Christ didn’t snatch the nails nailed into his hands and feet with hatred out

Why he allowed lashing after lashing, flogging after flogging, beating after beating

And peasants to spit at the feet of a king…

When we would have

If we could have,

Rendered the sight full eyeless without eyelids and the voice full voiceless

Tyrants that seek to keep their sinful pulpits of power tongue less with mouth less teachings.

Yet he remained humble.

Never questioned his father,

Even after the piercing at thorns into his brow,

Bones bruised and broken, still he walked

Miles upon miles over cobblestones of demonic prayers.

And all we saw was the weight of an oak carved wooden cross,

Not realizing it bared the sins of our souls, the doubt of our minds,

The cruel meditations of our hearts,

Yet he pressed on

Yet he pressed on

To the top of mountain were he set to crucified

Were ornery on lookers shouted and danced at what they thought was a trader’s demise.

Spitting, while shouting; “ surrender to our believes, to our God”

And where is God now

If you are indeed all-powerful remove yourself from this situation from this persecution and we too will believe

NO ANSWER…

SPIT NAIL FLOG LASH

SPIT NAIL FLOG LASH

SPIT NAIL FLOG LASH

AND WITH HIS LAST BREATH HE SPOKE

FATHER FORGIVE THEM FOR THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO

And tell me you don’t believe

Tell me you can’t conceive the thought

Can’t buy into the notion that he who stands with God never stands alone

Lie and tell me that when you were standin’ in the rain

In pain cryin’ sighin’ still lying wouldn’t ask for forgiveness even though the beast was

Kickin’ your spirit with your soul.

That it was he who handed you the umbrella

That it was he who became your pain killer

That it was he who became the shield in which shielded you from the foot of the beast

And yet you can’t believe

You can’t open your eyes to see that if it was up to you

You would still be standing in that piercing rain, licking your blood trying not to get wet with an umbrella that never opened.

Come on, come on

Tell me again and again

How the devil had you stressed out and stretched out

Standing in a blacked out cave.

No exits, no water no sight no food and no direction

How you were in a hole so deep that the dirt filled your lungs

That no loan no man woman child or machine could have dug you out

Yet when he delivered you,

When he delivered you

That cave became full of light

You saw the neon exit signs

You had food and water for your journey

That Tylenol you were given was called prayer

And your stress no longer stretched you out

That hole in which you were once buried no longer even covers your feet

And the words that the devil once whispered have become foreign and you can no longer understand his language

And tell me you don’t believe

Tell me you can’t conceive the thought

Can’t buy into the notion that he who stands with God never stands alone

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