Transfiguration
You turned it into wine
You gave us questions
But told us not to ask
And when we dared to brush the curtain aside
You orderd us to leave.
In all your divine light
Now there is blindness
Where once there was sight.
Whose spine can never be broken?
What good is the door
That can never be opened?
That can never be known
What good are sins
If they can never be owned?
And now you spend your time
Avenging that sacrifice one by one
What good is a desert when it’s all sun
The waste
The famine
The plague
The floods
Did you move tectonic plates and then laugh at what you’d done?
From the mountain peak or ocean floor
You gave us the world
In all its cruel beauty
And then you mock us for wanting more.
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