Day 1: Morning

Romans 2

"If you are convinced that you are a guide for the blind, a light for those who are in the dark, an instructor of the foolish, a teacher of infants, because you have in the law the embodiment of knowledge and truth — you, then, who teach others, do you not teach yourself?"

Just like crude youth rooms,
colors rolled in the spirit of the seventies,
purples, pinks, a gold ceiling,
always dusted with a bright and sickening
lime green, we youthful spirited
teachers lack the whole tasteful Word.
The graceful story is bounced around
tattered couches, dirtied basketballs,
spun off the concrete block walls
and somewhere loses cohesion and
separates from our hearts.
A part of You is knowledge,
that we have, admittedly scrambled
and fairly inaccessible to our hands.
Our heads have long tingled with thoughts
of the intricacy of Your truth,
like the gentle, accented voice over
cracking radio signals that isn't clear
but compels you to keep listening.
Will our limbs join ideas,
embody the Word, in all its fullness?
Floating into the heavens of knowledge,
gnostically spiritual, practically empty,
as barren as the bricked up factory
where we desire worship breaking.
Glass, facade and faded writing,
beautiful but rotting.
We talk and think, but riding donkeys,
spitting into mud, eating with heretics,
destroying our very life to find it,
These have been our teachings...