Petulant priests, greedy
centurions, and one million
incensed gestures stand
between your love and me.
–
Your agape sacrifice
is reduced to colored glass,
vapid penance, and the
tedium of ritual.
–
Your footprints yet
mark the crest of
billowing seas but
your joy
fades upon the tablets
of ordained prophets.
–
Visit us again, Savior.
Your children, burdened with
disbelief, blinded by a patina
of wisdom,
carom down this vale of
fear. We cry for you
although we have lost
your name.
-Savior by Maya Angelou
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