There is a trap that waits –
waits to spring its gnarled teeth out of the hearts
of those who choose to love –
choose to love, despite:
It’s teeth are those that gnash and lash
at those whose heart is already tangled
in endless, water-falling false hopes
of being right above all else.
The trap waits for all who choose the way of Jesus…
Lover of all…
Lover of those who follow…
Lover of those who fail…
Lover of those who get up again and again to love…
Lover of those of other flocks…
even the Lover of those caught in the knots, the thoughts,
the false hope of holiness on their own.
The way of love, love above all else
releases the trap with a harmless snap.
Yet drops upon the shoulders
of a cross.
© 2014 Scott Sears