Savior

Petulant priests, greedy

centurions, and one million

incensed gestures stand

between your love and me.

Your agape sacrifice

is reduced to colored glass,

vapid penance, and the

tedium of ritual.

Your footprints yet

mark the crest of

billowing seas but

your joy

fades upon the tablets

of ordained prophets.

Visit us again, Savior.

Your children, burdened with

disbelief, blinded by a patina

of wisdom,

carom down this vale of

fear. We cry for you

although we have lost

your name.