the wager weighed and cast
both for and against the mass
gold tinkling in the margins
certain the house always wins

calculating body, building laws
clutching levers, command the people
with traps for the simple;
backdoor paths for friends

judges carefully picked ripe
follow the party planks
weigh scales tilting favors
they proclaim "rule of law"

counting up patron's profits
pockets stuffed with change
sever community, plan wars
neglect negotiating our peace

the orphan and widow,
the poor and lame lie
homeless on the road
starving as you drop crumbs

"Come now, let us reason together,
(says the Lord):

though your sins are like scarlet,
    they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red like crimson,
    they shall become like wool."
16 Wash yourselves; make yourselves clean;
    remove the evil of your deeds from before my eyes;
cease to do evil,
17     learn to do good;
seek justice,
    correct oppression;
bring justice to the fatherless,
    plead the widow's cause.

18 “Come now, let us reason[a] together, says the Lord:
though your sins are like scarlet,
    they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red like crimson,
    they shall become like wool.
19 If you are willing and obedient,
    you shall eat the good of the land;
20 but if you refuse and rebel,
    you shall be eaten by the sword;
    for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.”

Isaiah 1:16-20 English Standard Version (ESV)
oscuro mists slip silently past
moon rising on Narragansett Bay
tides shimmer in a fiery red display
crescendo crashing on beaches last

sunrises in purple-salmon hues
painted over nacreous sea views
and whitecaps wash into shores
building life's memories stores

June’s late sun bakes the bay
dark clouds form and play
summer storms break and blow
into the sea all creeks flow

i sit on teak benches and sigh
in a sunroom searching clear sky
watching seagulls soar on high
small children race waves in July

forming castles in the sands
and parents play popular bands
as worries melt into the strands
couples strolling, holding hands
Ecclesiastics 1- 3

“all streams run into the sea,
but the sea is not full;
to the place where the streams flow,
there they flow again.”

9 What gain has the worker from his toil? 10 I have seen the business that God has given to the children of man to be busy with. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man's heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. 12 I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live; 13 also that everyone should eat and drink and take pleasure in all his toil—this is God's gift to man.
14 I perceived that whatever God does endures forever; nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it. God has done it, so that people fear before him. 15 That which is, already has been; that which is to be, already has been; and God seeks what has been driven away.
we live in void's darkness
the way of self and death
where words are temporal
our knowledge is thin

contrast light and shadow
source light falls unevenly
two dimensions become three
character of things revealed

Oh, where is wisdom
that i might drink my fill
of Abba's light shining way;
death guides folly's path

Son's victory swallows death
and raises all people too:
some rewarded; others doomed
as they won't follow him.
2018 © Christos Victor

1 Corinthians 15:54 English Standard Version

When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written:

“Death is swallowed up in victory.”
full moon ferly and bright
waves smashing southern coasts
winds twist and whorl all night
oaktree topples in the road
news crew broadcasts ghosts
ferly- something unusual, strange, or causing wonder or terror
dawn broke chasing doubt
an infant gurgling laughter
lips suckle the full breast
held close to the beating drum
screams and chants call
flame licks the arms of Baal
wicked temple demon releases
dark cloud fire thunder

you snatch these child sacrifices
to molten deaf iron images
death crushed treks a narrow path
the edge of love and trust
then life revives in three days
as scales reset tare's balance
offset by Dad-Son reunion
golden Spirit-filled temples breath
2018 © Christos Victor
noted for her curves in 1748
her calculating nature famous
first set of twenty Maria Gaetana Agnesi
her masterpiece held Europe's
mathematicians in a spell
with a paper on geometries
her Italian title rendered poorly
so-called witch of Agnesi
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