eleven::fourteen

My guess is that they
imagine themselves as gods,
sitting around tables long,
long meetings putting numbers
into databases,
sending bombs
into enemy bases.
The powerful, the suit-clad,
the mighty, the oilmen.
And they think
they'll never be judged
knowing the weaknesses
they impose upon the weak.
In truth, I don't see an end
to the chaos and control,
except that it ends in me
and it ends in the church
when it realizes
from what it's been set free,
returning then to the healer,
the God who sits over gods
and subtly reminds them,
though they block their ears,
of the place where they belong.

(Wisdom 6:1-11, Psalm 82, Luke 17:11-19)