When the last trumpet calls and the question falls on you…(a vianelle) -
by Mark Anderson
[written in response to Pastor Lewis' recent series of messages on the book of Colossians called 'Exposing Identity Fraud."
I measured my answer out like a gram,
To a question phrased like a Gordian knot:“And you—who do you say I am?”
I twisted round the question—mental bedlam Ensued. First pondered what you are not, Measuring out my answer with a gram
Of belief and with pounds of verbal ham, Hemming and hawing, marble mouthed snot, Who can’t even say who I am.
There’s no such thing as passing this exam; If more impulsive, I might have taken a shot— But my answer would not measure up to a gram
Of truth. Instead of offering: “the lamb,
I respond: “the goat.” I know I’ve been caught Following, without knowing that I am.
Why can’t you tell me what you want to hear? Damn. Is theology true or all overwrought?
Must I measure all claims gram by gram? Or answer--as you once called yourself--“I am who am.”
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