The Resurrection Poem

For I’ve been resurrected and now am truly alive 

Which may sound a bit strange since I’ve never died… well at least in your eyes

For you see I was so wrapped up in sin that my flesh started to decay

And I began to resemble a mummy

But now my flesh has been put to death and my spirit has been revived

Tempted and tried and made free to let go of all of my deep and weary sighs

It’s like I’ve been electrified, shocked out of the little white boy who was suburbanized, calcified to all of the world’s ravenous hunger.

I’ve been shocked by lightning… now listen to me thunder.

It’s actually a story that’s quite funny and a tad bit peculiar

So backwards in this world that you would be safe to call me Ferris Beuhler

I guess it’s fitting since it all began with a lie

A lie from a serpent who tried to disguise his motives

Of taking away sight from our innocent eyes

So by a mere lie and a blank promise of all knowing immortality

The serpent managed to make death seem alluring, and seem like true beauty

And by spelling out F-R-U-I-T

He shattered the mirror of our morality, you see..

He knocked the world off its axis and introduced brokenness

that for centuries man has been trying to fix by his praxis

fix by his practice, but yet all of our work only produces sadness and cracks that separate us even further from the life we were made to experience

and instead onward we walk as cold as an Assyrian,

pillaging the depths of our neighbors lenience’s

as we seek to engorge our lives with decadence that rivals Shakespearean scribbles

Now we step on each others' backs, trying to take back,

The glory, the riches without ever putting on our burlap sacks

Of remorse and regret, of shame and of our upset,

Instead we seek to satisfy through possessions and sex

We bend our necks, trying desperately to get back to where we began…

To get back to the apex

So we seek out Freud to tell us about our needs in the forms of a complex,

Like the one buried deep inside Oedipus Rex

We sift ritually through ritual codex, hoping that the solution to our death lies somewhere in our humanities essence,

But they offer no Kleenex

So instead, frantically we flex our minds again and search for meaning

Through one night stands and latex,

Through six figure paychecks,

Through broken hearts and shipwrecks

The accumulation of objects

Stored up inside glass jars of desperation and regret

And yet we wonder why we are so perplexed?

Confused, abused, misused, and mentally run through

We finally run out of energy

And collapse at the threshold of the boundary of our humanity

And its there we glimpse the beauty of eternity.

For there, fallen on our knees in broken pieces,

There we come face to face, eye to eye, cheek to cheek, hand to hand,  with Jesus

In the form of a Man he represents God’s golden plan,

The rock upon which we stand, and can resist the battering of our enemies,

Its through Jesus that life finally gets a true meaning

Now you may be thinking, wait just a minute,

I didn’t come here to listen to another Christian propagandistic forum or Senate

But before your thoughts run any further

I implore your mind to take a rest,

Listen to my story because I promise I’m not like the rest,

You see I admit that when life throws at me its best,

I’m the first to cave, the first to fail the test

My flesh can attest

To the battle that once raged in me like a great contest

In a personal state of civil unrest

I lifted my eyes and cried out to the heavens celest in protest

With my fist pounding against my breast

And my heart pounding against the insides of my chest

 God where are you!

Why do you leave me like this!

Destined to fail in the arms of computer images and the girl next door

I thought that you said I would be you amour

That in you lies the Golden Shores

But it’s like I’ve been stabbed by failures by some great boar

With jagged tusk of remorse

And so here’s my libation offering in which I pour

Out all of my heart to you and cry out…where are you so called Savior!

In a flash something changed after my defiance,

I suddenly found myself resistant and incompliant to the desires of my skin

To the faint calling to return to all of my sin

I can’t describe what happened by Wherefore I once squandered my life as a whore

I survived the wreckage and carnage and now am living in the postwar galore

The galore of quiet and serendipitous seas of peace

And as the waves crash over me my eyes have been opened to see that He is so much more

Than fairy tales and folklore

Folks swore up and down that He was an conjuration and thus should be ignored

But I can’t ignore that which I have heard

That which I have seen

That which I have felt

That which lives and breathes inside of me

That which calms even the stormiest seas of turmoil and despair

With the same breath of defiance that I drew he drew a breath too that showed me that he did care

And since that day I chose to pursue life instead of decay

No longer would I wait there’s no time for delay

He picked up the broken parts of me and lead me to my knees and

With the same breath that I once cursed him with, I can say finally

That I am free!

I’ve been redeemed

Merely,

Chris Gerac

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16, NIV