A Psalm for Today

This is my offer a desperate plea:
Our blessed exile we've failed to see.
Once a renegade few, first to speak out,
Turned pompous entitlement and lost clout.
For blinded by the comfort of our pews,
Our traditions have become a sweet ruse.
Pacified by songs of adoration,
While "improbable" trumps imitation,
We follow the dualist to our prison,
That false sacred and secular schism,
Where emulation has no room to stand
And deity is set apart from man.
When pious images we all but lack,
We fail to recognize our call to act.

Now galvanized by injustice, do right!
Lift the oppressive vail that curbs the light;
Remove animosity for the poor,
As they beg for your cash outside the store;
Seek out those marginalized and oppressed,
Plead the case of the widow and fatherless;
Dine with the "dirty", the "wicked", the "stained"
Those labeled and ostracized by the vain.
Do for these, that which for us has been done,
For it's in his likeness we've been made one.

"May God bless us with enough foolishness to believe that we really can make a difference in this world, so that we are able, with God's grace, to do what others claim cannot be done."