You used to
Skitter behind the walls,
Litter of mine, dropping
Roaches slipping past me.
With a slap, cast down flat
As fast as can be, by something
Fearsome, more than me.
No vacancy now, the room is full
But empty of tears. Come for me,
Who once had plenty of fears,
Come at me, you demons, you devils,
As fast as can be, and Something
Fearsome, Who’s for me,
Who is and utters Power,
Will dissolve you to dust.
Sputter, glower, all you must,
But strength you’ve only dreamed of
Inhabits length and breadth of this hut
Now. This is Supreme Love.
Here, we are under new ownership,
A thunder You intone, Your lips,
(Like Your fingers: fearsome)
Breathing strength I’ve only dreamed of,
Seething near. Come closer
Insects, your armor is flimsy, and scatter
As chaff. He is far more; simply, He is
He laughs, and He’s for me,
And utterly more than
You used to
Be, He’s something
If I drive out demons by the finger of God, then the kingdom of God has come upon you. When a strong man, fully armed, guards his own house, his possessions are safe. But when someone stronger attacks and overpowers him, he takes away the armor in which the man trusted and divides up his plunder. Whoever is not with me is against me, and whoever does not gather with me scatters.
(Liturgical poetry during ordinary time after Pentecost is inspired by the parables of Luke.)