Genuflection the perception of the angle of reflection
Sycophany and preservation of dignity less deemed
Intolerable and despised as He was so rejected of men
Not popular among the accepted yet a few saw truth
Softly, quietly gazing for he held wisdom from youth
The piercing eyes as if brilliant white yellow rays shown
He looked at me, I looked at him, a Deus for my day
Meshing energy shrouded all encompassing we two
Intracellularly red blood cells fused becoming renewed
The vibrations shook the foundations wherein my shoes
My fingers felt alive, warmed by the visions of his deity
My hair stood from the static of electrifying radiant heat
And for that second, that moment, time held only one truth
There is more to living mundaneness and one must merely seek
Its not hiding anywhere purposely away from you and I
It has been here all along yet we are too busy with neigh
He said the kingdom of God is dwelling within each man
It is not in showy genuflection nor in sycophant conjured plans
It is found in the meadows amongst the deer and fluffy lambs
See it glowing in the golden barley tenderly blowing in the wind
The twissels from the birds and the wolves silhouette on high
The whales and whistles and tender thistles along the merry way
The twinkle in the stars, the warmth of the rays, the smell of babies feet
There within the broken heart are answers awaiting all defeat
In reverence we bow our thoughts and humbly lend our ears
Listening to the wind in trees as it whispers of majesty and ways
Following an overgrown path where no mans entered there into
Poison ivy grows all around trying hard to alter the beliefs
But, trusting leads the way of a shepherd whose lost the sheep
But, that’s okay says the Deus, because the flock has blinded thee
BJ 2017
Sycophany a natural or instinctive tendency to act so as to preserve one’s own existence. There is a thin line between being sycophantic and seeking self-preservation. Sometimes, we say what people want to hear, rather than what …