"The Centurion Evangelical"

“He breaks the arms of the peacemaker who speaks of war”

I cried myself to sleep last night
Under the paper cross that hangs on the wall by itself
Where once stood faces and unnamed places
mapped territory of hidden adventures
treasures in heaven

I reached out for a knotty pillow to tuck under my arms
To imitate holding onto Jesus
Who holds onto the named slave laborer that made my pillow
purchased from Wal-mart
Thieves consume

I pulled the silky comforter over my chilled body
From inward hatred of my centurion sin upon that cross
Waiting for my Evangelical Ego to be destroyed
prideful imagination of a glorious biography
moth and rust destroy

I will crawl into the house of God as my brothers and sisters mournfully pass me by. Maybe the man in the white robe will scoop up my disfigured body and carry me for the next mile or so.

I think I have you beat Jabez- my name is warrior.