About You

About You
Blind Man at the Gate

Let God talk to you
About you
For if you imagine God talking to you
About her or him, those or them
You’re on the fast-track to Pharisee City
And life there is anything but pretty
The worst stuff I ever heards
Began with these scary words:
“God told me to tell you”

Reminds me of when that guy shouted, “Judas!”
And Bob Dylan said, “I don’t believe you!”
(“Play…very…loud!”)
How does it feel?

Let God talk to you
About you
It’s a bit of good counsel
I try to let God talk to me
About me
Because my worst enemy
Is not her or him, those or them
But me
So Jesus save me
From me

It’s not the enemy without
But the enemy within
Who will do me in
Jesus save me
From me

And what about you?
Well, I have some good news
Jesus believes in you
It’s true

So cast off that heavy yoke
That miserable constraint
Where you think
You have to
Set everybody straight
You don’t
Have to

Let God talk to you
About you

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(The artwork is Dreaming Tree by Amy Giacomelli.)

I know nobody reads poetry anymore; we’re far too prosaic for that. But still, sometimes, it’s the only way of saying what you want to say. Which, I suppose, is why so much of the Bible is poetry. Amen.