This is Lot’s story and so often our own. This poem was inspired by an image I had of myself as Lot walking through Sodom. In a world whose ideas and systems are in direct opposition to that of followers of The Way, we find ourselves strangers and oft subjects of scrutiny. Lot was a righteous man in an unrighteousness city who stood out because he refused to act like everyone else. To stand is often all we need do. ‘Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand’ Ephesians 6:13. Genesis 19:1-17, 2 Peter 2:6-9.
Once more into Sodom’s breach dear friend.
Once more a trader in market Babylon.
Navigating through, looking out from holy parapet.
Seeking opportunity for glimmers,
a dissatisfied looking.
Compassion and hatred intertwined without schism.
looked at, studied unknowing;
‘Why can’t I get a grip on Him?
Mad or bad?’
This is your lot:
Vexed and disturbed by attempted assimilation.
Subject to hour upon hour of dark light
and false heat’s bulb exposure;
filth’s tan evident.
Weary worn down needing the
divine slice, divine solace.
Foreign stream, arrow implanted
pulled, snapped, Hated.