by Christopher Raley
Let it be no man who claims saving,
only being saved.
The distance between the word on his tongue
and the word in his friend’s heart-beat
is too great to tell.
The time he gives to reasoned fronts and
to front his reason high around
and up front against other’s reasons
are disparate times and equal.
He hears the words he comprehends but will not hear
what his mind has told him will not avail.
His structures are majestically cast and his rooms elaborately hidden.
So let it be no man who claims saving.
Only let him receive every day the daily collapse
of all he has built.