Christ the Saviour

The metal detector--
I'm confused about the nature
of Holy ground
God looks sternly down in a swirl of
blues and souls and rose-winged
angels

And I hope you're behind the iconostasis
I wish you'd come out
Gold and marble seems to tie you to
the earth the stories--
Baptism--blessing--I mount the
heights ascension pentecost but
when I reach the top my heart
falls infinity has a limit and
I sink down to the catacombs
Truly the artist's brush is full of
your kavod or was he a proud
cocky womanizer , a rich empty philosophizer,
Or a doubting saint hoping the tips of his
brush would touch the God beyond
domed ceiling

They keep you behind a wall of gold--
I think I'd be a communist too--
I can't see the man behind the
curtain I want to
However, Holies, I try to cross
myself best keep that wall between
you and me
I'd be burnt up

Я не могу видеть здесь,
Am at once humbled and rebellious
cynical and hopeful
You would never want me on that throne
My shit has no place there's no
room for me in those rose-blinding
rays and while the baby king might
show mercy instead of caprice
stern papa would shake his head for
pestering the baby
til he cries
nails tickling through his flesh in the
emptiness

Decorated with such deliberate masks of Russian
greatness, of human ambition
artistic strength
Lord Jesus Christ
Son of God,
have mercy on me,
a sinner
i can't see through the glass
and the pittering of my folly heart at
at the girl walking past i'm just tired
yes, it must be i'm tired
When I wake up promise you'll come back?
the accidental brush of my lips on her
cheek and that's for painting
this dull ache of white light in the heavens
I want to feel today--I know I need
You Я не видел тебя эта
неделья but you showed up in
miraculous ways I think
I lack the heart or sleep to
truly see abre mis ojos
mi corazón my fog eyes died
in the overcast mind I've concocted
in the sin of a double-bind
post-modern doubting super-christian
what's left to prove but
everything, everything i
chase everything but You
cambiame guiame breathe
i wanna see i wanna say
that light is G-D (and not
the breaker box)