Bunnies and Light
Her saccharine-sweet words presented to me
Such a startlingly beautiful painting of Glory
That with shaking hand, I wiped back a tear--
I knew without doubt, surely Christ was near.
Her words spoke of Heaven, of God, and of Fate,
A land without fear, sorrow, or hate.
Her eyes they both shone with the passion of love
As she spoke of the Spirit, shaped of a dove.
Then, with me trapped, she presented to me,
The real and inevitable face of Christianity.
That as surely as there is a Heaven, there must be a Hell,
Not quite the lovely picture she had before painted so well.
Her eyes they now shone with a quite different light--
The light of a crazed lion preparing for the fight.
Her once-expressive hands now curled into claws,
The beauty of before was revealed all its flaws.
For flowery language we like first to hear;
But darker sides of Christ incite the real fear
That entraps, ensnares, encrypts and relates
The inexcusable Paradox of Christianity--from love must come hate.
Copyright 1993 by Kenneth Cavness, aka Questor Thews.
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