7.17.18

mourning at the divide
 
between man and woman
 
he and she
 
and they
 
and we
 
and me
 
and you

weeping at the split
 
how we've created it
 
wider and wider
 
back to back
 
in paces round
 
the kitchen counter
 
to argue once again
 
to rear red heads
 
to blare sirens screaming
 
sinking
 
sinking
 
the deep
 
dark
 
of it
 
what was once
 
small bickering
 
revealing

sackcloth and ashes
 
beating in masses
 
droves of the hatred
 
men versus women

once created to be
 
jointly
 
an image of
 
a perfect King

now two camps
 
at war
 
meanwhile those who
 
aren't sure
 
where they fall
 
in this gendered scale
 
are battered in the shrapnel
 
of every norm

oh to the hypermasculine
 
oh to the passive feminine
 
oh to every expectation

gnashing at the lack
 
of my own faith
 
that a God who creates
 
life from dust
 
could make of us
 
man, woman
 
something of a
 
dim reflection
 
of His grace

screaming at every
 
fear I face
 
questioning every
 
step I take
 
beyond confused
 
with this game we play
 
sick of it
 
in every way

oh Lord
 
please save
 
please save
 
save us from ourselves
 
we decay
 
descend
 
destroy
 
I feel defeat
 
even though
 
I know
 
you already
 
won victory

still
 
I wait
 
still
 
I pray
 
still
 
I dare to hope
 
you can somehow
 
mend what's broken
 
in this great canyon