Ruthless Circles (Poem)

The ridicule from the Circle;

ruthless as the fiercest revenge.

Selfish abandonment wounds

and in anguish I bitterly

weep.

For this overwhelming alienation

is from most familiar regard.

Agonizing the deception in this Circle,

who charge with fearful cries.

And aware of all the crooked fingers,

piously pointing at the scapegoat to

blame.

The Circle's attitude justified

by their own destructive discontent.

The Circle is fueled by their fears

and steadfast in the way of the world.

It is when faith is a mere formality

and grace gives tickets to their heaven

freely.

No self-sacrifice needed on the broad road

just me, myself and I to always idolize.

With my eyes on the Unfathomable

I plead receiving grace to let live.

And as the relentless pelting

from familiar faces deeply

scar,

their ignorant fleshly dependence,

mercifully draw me to my knees.

Then, at last, behold His liberating fire;

mercilessly separating the tares from the wheat.

And a multitude Circles staring in disbelief

as false fleshly convictions are laid

bare.

So His glory in splendour may shine

humbly, through this suffering servant.