© Hilary F. Marckx, all rights reserved
How badly do we want to escape
from our own little iniquities?
How much is it worth to us to
flee from the chains of sin that bind us?
Not the obvious, big ones, you know, like
murder, theft, rape, adultery,
but the “little” ones like
verbal abuse, prejudice, racism, sexism,
You know those small violences we do that
steal the humanity from others—
and consequently, from ourselves.
How badly do we want to escape from these?
Would our friends even recognize us
if we weren’t in some way broken?
Would they still feel comfortable around us
if we were truly healed
with the Light of Christ shining
brightly from our visages
as if we, ourselves, were transfigured?
Would we, in blasphemous unease say,
Kill me now, Lord, don’t make me be different!
Let me die in bondage!
I couldn’t face my friends if I were truly healed!?
How badly do we want to be like Jesus, anyway?