Too Much Angry Jesus

An Easter Homage to Pearl N. Young on her 102nd birthday-

Looking past the astounding open blossom of Creation,
Past the clear crystal unbounded living Soul,
While silent fall all the pretty churches...
Failing speech to reclaim the Joyous Faith!
The snarking, clench-jawed others
Wondering always "what is wrong today?"
Talk into their mics- hollering out to hollow-out our world.
They are not talking to you- to me-
Angry, ferocious, destructive and non-conserving
Their passions make the Passion tragic.
They look to their Jesus- anti-christ-like,
Their deepest, judging, sniping wish-
For Him to be angry too- comforting their discomfort.
Ironic muddled thoughts devaluing redemption,
They want their Angry Jesus...
Haunting and confirming their missed lost love-
Trapped in their system.
Unintelligent design defies Universal Spirit,
Creating a parade of robotic walks,
Demanding too our Deist Fathers
Drug down to their side and size
Becoming now broken, false guides
Permitting them to walk down the Path- backwards,
Offering excuse for excess and violence,
In sad exchange for the Gift of Freedom-
Now strange, unrecognizable-
Even to those who preach it.