Not your average pariah,
this man walks with purpose.
When doctrine predicts the questions,
what concepts accumulate?
How can you discover true movement?
Television flirts with him, eyeing that tender
heel, unthreading his sock.
Maybe God didn't reveal everything.
There are so many limitations that form
our understanding of what is fixed,
manipulating faith and rock-solid belief.
Maybe God left us with silence.
Maybe our legacy is mystery.
We have lost our focus, blind with
socialization, sterilization, embarassment.
The man has no steaming plate of fish,
but he has been left a long straight pole,
a shining hook and a slimy bucket of bait.
Maybe we were meant to rely on the
core of intuition, the eyes deep into
the window of the soul.
His body as a temple.
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