Compliance is Futile
By Nick White
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Nick White
Angel in me
There was an angel inside me today.
I
knew it was true when I woke,
when the caffeine rush of my morning
coffee
blended with the pulse of its wings.
I don’t know why it happened
today,
an otherwise ordinary day.
Maybe the saints remembered
me
and cocooned me in their prayers.
I was on fire – a sphere of
lightning,
with the angel whispering guidance inside.
There was
an angel inside me today.
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Disappointed
They had said the preacher was on fire
(fire, fire).
The preacher himself had said he was on
fire.
Expecting miracles, curious, I just went to listen (listen,
listen).
The preacher, God on his side, began to speak,
the
very words of God (we prayed).
“I sense a spirit of depression,”
he intoned.
And the joy of the Lord is our strength (strength,
strength).
“If you’re
a Christian, you shouldn’t be depressed”
So
I just nodded then, waiting (waiting, waiting).
“If
you’re depressed, you’re doing something wrong.”
I looked down. Like Elijah in the
desert.
He said: “I’m
not going to pray for the depressed”.
He
wouldn’t stop (stop, stop).
But he was really doing
miracles,
somewhere else.
“A Christian is full of joy. So
turn to your neighbour and say how right I am.”
Disappointed
(so sad).
I’d like to say that I raised my
hand in the air and stood up and cried out:
“But
if he is a bad servant, he will begin to brow-beat his fellow
servants!”
But that
would have been misquoting the man of sorrows (sorrows, sorrows).
‘Peace’
In St George’s
I am to rest and
not do anything,
I read that this is ‘peace’,
but it feels
like giving up.
The ‘peace’ of doing nothing,
the rest of
not fighting anymore.
Except it isn’t peace,
it is
compromise, surrender.
Supposedly life, but really death.
The
‘peace’ of being utterly conquered.