Day 17: Untitled

 

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by Timothy Reed

I know one day

all the efforts of these hands 

as the lips with coal 

will burn away by heaven’s kiss: 

white-hot, permanent 

“when helping hurts” 

words I read for someone else

I knew I knew more

than all of their faults

my love would be much more pure

but as much as I try

I find my hands are more built

to crush than to protect

and my compass-hand swings

from north to the south

with madman words 

but on that day 

when all will turn to face the Son

all the words will spill

every dark thought

self-serving hearts will face the Son

and on that day 

when love will dawn on center-stage

we’ll all see it clear

as magnets all shift

from earth to sky above once more 

 

yet, as long as we live

we must fight, we must bleed, 

to trust and to forgive

as we harm and are harmed

by false flux: seeking self-North

see the bright searing burn as it scrapes 

the harm from our help

the self from all our love

for there’s no greater love

than that one shed His blood for His friends. 

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"Listen to your favorite song and use it as a foundation of rhythm and flow to create a contemporary poem. Only write while listening to the track." This poem was based on "For Miles" by Thrice.