Peacock Kings

Seek first the Kingdom of God
And not the briar patch of reason.
Meaning,
Not convenience, 
Is always self-contained, 
Not a question met with furrowed brow.

Knock and it shall be opened unto you,
Not closed forever to soulless masses.
Truth, 
Not supposition,
Awaits the soul renewed,
Not open for debate in hallowed halls.

Truly those who are first will be last,
Not stealing under the rope chain.
Power,
Not hubris,
Is irrelevant, yet crucial,
Not to be the possession of any man.

The meek shall inherit the Earth,
Not the strong who contest the will.
Healing,
Not hiding,
Contains the blood as from the wounds flow,
Not for the salvation of peacock kings.

No, not for the salvation of peacock kings.


Copyright 2012 by Andrew T. Durham