The Stars Fall and the Moon Mourns
How can the lie please You?
How can You find pleasure in the nod, the wink, the not so true?
How can man get away with a small secret, a one word edit, to ease his mind?
To puff up with the power to change a fact,
The intoxication of deception, the power over the past and influence for the day,
Just a small detail but emboldened and inflated, an imposter, like a bloated puffer fish,
Poised in deep water, trusts in his ruse, oblivious to the speed of the spear.
The fish bobs along in pride only to burst and become a carcass of skin and spine as
The Spirit thrusts a glittering spear, a shining arrow, ready, with double edge.
The ruse implodes.
How can deception be offered in worship?
Foul, what stench, not the aroma of a pure heart of praise,
Or the pleasure of frankincense or the soft scents of thanksgivings,
Step right up, just a few words to be read oh hear these words I read I read these words
stolen from the fools who implore you to buy their thoughts for a penny just a penny to read my words come now
words will comfort you with ease implore you to abandon any awe of the Lord and for a penny please for a penny or two
read my words as your words.
Who will know? And the people will suffocate,
Silently starving as they breathe in strange fumes of stolen wisdom.
How do we worship the High Priest?
Is the skilled word juggler acceptable? Does the High Priest desire deft word play?
Perhaps He is charmed by the show of flying words, many words, meaning tossed aside, the words
Flying, words, words, and more words, falling past one and over
Another, passing in a continuous feat of, ‘just watch them fly by’.
No need to focus on meaning, just watch the flying words that
Hide the truth in the words that fly through the air.
Will the High Priest be pleased with our many words,
Tossed and caught, tumbling over their meaning? .
Or will the slight of hand be more stinking smoke? Living water called out of the sea
Will drown the jester and free the words from flight, meaning restored.
How do You measure deception?
Can you weigh the smallest white lie like dust on a scale?
Do you need a ruler or a scale to calibrate deceit?
Is there a cosmic measuring tape? Can a scientific scale gauge the intricacies of a
Microscopic lie and then capture the consequence that slams through the world,
Shatters the atmosphere, and shakes the stars from the sky?
A slight bend in knowledge, or a secret, a minor bump in reality,
To keep the illusion reconciled, but now the stars fall and the moon mourns.
Can the Maker of Pleiades and Orion be pleased?
What is hid from the eyes of He who holds the atom together?
A fool ignores his Maker to fabricate that which
he cannot hide.
