FURY OR FORGIVENESS,LIQUID CONTENTS ONLY!

Then I motioned westward,
To the north-west corner of my heart.
For I forgot the parable that called me “SON”.
Sweet drinks! Wild night!
Strange companion! Mortal me! Love me some liquid!
 Half-full or empty, slumbering away destiny.
A beautiful drunkard is a pitiful Soul.
Same cups. Different contents. None the wise! A fool of always.


Then I sojourned deep into my private sanctum,
Where lies the real me.
Heart covered with mirror to see who is inside.
There I found a Savior slaving it out in a corner.
Sweat like blood drplets.
Good turned evil.
Saint, a sinner. Then begin my sober pilgrim.

He, who had no drink, became the master drunkard!
How he drank from the cup of His father’s fury.
He drank away my condemnation for redemption.
That a wretch like me might live.
Oh, he prayed! He prayed! The agony prayer.
Yet his father with tears looked away.
The cup he did not take away but strength he gave.

Then I, a pitiful sinner slumbered no more.
To drink from the cup of forgiveness.
What shall we call this?
Shall I neglect this great a salvation?
Seeing what should become of me, but never to be.
God’s wrath for a world of forgiveness.
What is love? What is wrath? what is fury? what a forgiveness!
Fury or Forgiveness, Lord I know better!
I know my liquid, and my liquid knows me.



Inspired by Luke 22 vs.24