Salvadoran Crucifix
Photo Courtesy of H. J. Recinos.
the conference
brings delegates to
its days to deliberate
what we do and think
despite the hoarse tears
from those denied their
humanity by the tongues
too thick for God’s words.
by the end of its sessions
love for some was cast aside,
the wounded body was mutely
unhealed and the weeping
began to creep across the nation.
the conference, spent day after day
talking to God, dressing up goodness,
and handing out forgetful looks
to love wearing moth-eaten robes
filled with self-important figures
in God’s flawed and magnificently
freckled world. the conference came
to the hour of decision and in the
name of the Mysterious who spreads
her gracious wings for us voted to
fall from Jacob’s ladder, pale with
sadness and splinter into ruins our
most beautiful rainbow.
h. j. recinos
The Rev. Dr. Harold J. Recinos serves as professor at UMC-related Perkins School of Theology at Southern Methodist University in Dallas, Texas. This poem is copyrighted by Dr. Recinos and is republished here with permission from his Facebook page.