Christ Crippled,
crucified again,
not on a cross
but on the altar
of our pride.

Yes, Christians,
those for whom He died,
deform His Body
day and night,
worshiping at the temple
of religion,
dividing His Body
by tradition, cutting off
hands and feet,
destroying, killing
by the sword
of man’s opinion.

What shall we say
to Father God
if by our stubborn will
we hurt and maim
His own dear children?
So Christ walks
crippled still . . .