Parables

I want to believe

In these cherubims

The silver-tongued

Passionate and  annointed

Spiritual truths

From the ages

Riddling the pieces.

Parabolic simplistic synagogues

Disturbing and trapping the forbidden.

Uttering and revealing what is hidden

A revelation of things past

That which does not make sense

To the blind

The ones who will not go after,

Atrophied and stagnant.

Requiring thought and study

To the light of decision.

Its kingdom cannot be understood

Outside the perimeter

Of the fortressed walls.

Though daunting they do not see

Spoon-fed and lurking

By the calloused doors.

Healing will come

To those

Who are deliberately moved

Not by force

But by choice

To the answers

Of the labyrinth.

Seek ye first

And puzzle out

For yourselves

The clarity

And simplicity.

Hinge of the focused heart

Working and stirring

A change.

Tough and digging

Calling us to question

The Love

Of the Father's  Cloak.