Vanishing Point

Vanishing Point

(Homage to the brothers and sisters in Christ at Emmanuel AME Church, Charleston, SC, 2015)

Lines converged

At the front of Emanuel AME church.

UnWise Blood, brooding in the back, ran cold.

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Lines converged

As Emanuel AME-“God with us”-black brother and sisters.

Wise Blood sought the unconditional, indiscriminate embrace of the Other.

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Lines converged

While prayers ascended

UnWise Blood descended…into hell.

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Lines converged

A fine point emerged (but not from prayer),

A trajectory of bile aimed at neighbors on their knees.

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Lines converged and Wise Blood flowed out

Wooden cross braces could no longer bear its sacred weight.

New Life arose away from earth’s downward pull.

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Lines Converged

As showers of prayers began descending:

“I forgive you.” “I pray that you repent.” “May God have mercy on your soul.”

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Lines Converged

When I was told “White Privilege is your name.”

“You are excluded, neighbor”.

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Lines Converged

When credence for exclusion beget civil war anarchy,

When credence for exclusion became Dogma from a bully pulpit.

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Lines Converged

When Evil handed UnWise Blood the means to destroy the spiritual growth of the Other.

At twenty-one.

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 Lines converged

Dylann Roof emerged.

Civil War meet God.

 

 

 

© Sally Paradise, 2015, All Rights Reserved

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Charleston Victims Forgive the Shooter

Wise Blood

The boy didn’t need to hear it.  There was already a deep black wordless conviction in him that the way to avoid Jesus was to avoid sin.  He knew by the time he was twelve years old that he was going to be a preacher.  Later, he saw Jesus move from tree to tree in the back of his mind, a wild ragged figure motioning him to turn around and come off into the dark where he was not sure of his footing, where he might be walking on the water and not know it and then suddenly know it and drown. 

(Hazel Motes, Wise Blood by Flannery O’Connor)

The blind man gave his edgy laugh.  “Listen boy,” he said, “you can’t run away from Jesus.  Jesus is a fact.”

(The blind preacher Asa Hawks speaking to Hazel Motes, Wise Blood by Flannery O’Connor)