Insurgent Poem by Steven Federle

'Only mercy can liberate us from the madness of our determination to be consistent - from the awful pattern of lusts, greeds, angers and hatreds which mix us up together like a mass of dough and thrust us all together into the oven.'

Thomas Merton, Raids on the Unspeakable

Thin lines restrain,
sameness
my breath contains,
till I can no longer feel
Your perfect pain!

Then will I become
a silent ghost -
tears in the night
ache in their souls,
their dream of fright.

Yes! make me Your angel
of the seven plagues;
with Your love
We'll destroy bland fate.