Schism

One Spirit holding fast
watching human nature split
and divide like waves
against the sword sharp
prow of a proud ship.
Pride and anger knife through
the dream of a Kingdom
without war or pain.
I turn about, with tears
unshed behind my eyes
and a heart that hammers
for your word, and hold
my breath.
Bread and wine, meat and drink
restorers of my soul
in You who cannot be divided.
I stretch out my arms against
the hard gentle surface
of your table and close
my eyes against the war beat
of the world.
I breath You in and out,
life that will not leave me
and lay weary head down
against your breast.
Forehead and thoughts
hot with will pressed against
the cool of You.
At my back, before my face
the waves pound fury
the sea roars destruction.
I lean harder, deeper
into You and know,
know beyond surety.
I am not afraid.