Call Me Cain

Good Friday. How appropriate?  The following poem was inspired by a Bishop Fulton J. Sheen (Faith,Hope, and Love with Fulton J. Sheen Season 1, Ep 2, Love is Hope).

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Who am I

Who am I?
A descendant,
A wanderer,
Born of pessimism,
From an unfaithful race of Cains.

I am sealed by a mark,
even the Seven Seas cannot wash away.
This incarnate blood of my just brother,
Now becomes my hope.

Hope, not optimism,
Or brokenness from our crushing reality.

Hope is a covenant of Mercy,
An enslavement, a property,
A refuge from the vengeance of men.
Hope, is the burning crimson that stains me,
And warns all who seek wrath,
Belongs to the One who marked me.

What judge?
What authority, principalities, powers
can convict me?
If the One whom I killed,
Is now alive,
then I must be set free!
Has He not been seen walking,
Upon the wings of the morning?
An lo, He has not left me orphaned,
To be convicted by the lords of this age,
For He stands before you now!
Truly Truth sets me free!

Who am I?
I am not my own,
But touched by the very finger,
that etched law into stones,
and love upon my heart.
I am another Cain,
Justly convicted,
and now believe,
I live by the One I slayed.

…but call me Christian.

By Chris Clody
8/23/2019

Rainbows to Daybreak…where Love waits.

The Light

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We are all touched by The Light,
Unknowingly.
Blind to our condemnation.
Our darkness carried nonchalantly;
The very Wrath of God.
Still Grace abounds,
Teasing our senses,
While flirting through rainbows.
The wind catches our breath,
Warning of the coming rain,
Revealing the underside of leaves,
Like the underside of us.
Epiphany dawns like daybreak,
Baptized in the morning rays,
Darkness flees in faith’s grasp,
Of newfound hope,
And eternal love.
No longer condemned,
In the lifting of a cross,
Another soul carries,
The Light.

By Chris Clody 6/27/15