Your first love

After Revelation 2: 1-7 

The stranger enters,

startling and disturbing,

standing at the entrance

and casting his glance

around them. As he walks

to the front, slowly, all eyes

follow. Your reject evil,

he says; you reject false

leaders. You endure in

patience. But, and you 

know there’s a but, you

have turned away from

your love, your first love,

retaining the form but not

the substance. In you

passion for truth, you’ve

forgotten how to love. 

Know where you came 

from; know how far 

you’ve fallen. Repent,

and return, or I will 

remove your light, remove

your lampstand. He stands

before them, waiting.

 

Photograph by Jametiene Reskp via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Some Friday Readings

 

“Churchgoing,” poem by Marilyn Nelson – D.S. Martin at Kingdom Poets.

 

“Give Me Jesus,” 19^th century African American spiritual – Anthony Esolen at Word & Song.

 

Siloam – poem by Joel Kurz at Mere Orthodoxy,

 

This is just to say – poem by Sarah Crowley Chestnut at The Rabbit Room.