between the Altar and the Door

in reflection of the death of Father Hamel and the young terrorists killed on Tuesday July 26 2016 in Rouen France. Revelation 12:10-11

Oh God can’t you see from the Altar to the Door

See how Blood spatters and speckles the church’s Dusty  Floor!
See the men in taverns tell tots tales of a Holy War.
See mamas move  prostrate sneaking prayer in a corridor.
Look , crowds on the  streets scream “we cannot take it anymore!”
While your reporters write of a cry that they long to ignore:
Many are the words of  martyrs fighting  for a sacred score.

see, see, Oh God, drops, drops, drops, of blood like rose petals  falling to the floor

Bend to see dear Father God, from the altar to the door.

see there dead, see here dead, from Turkey to  France

See on Tuesday an old priest  slaughtered in another martyrs dance

Look  God, the Knives and  guns are outspeaking the  bread and wine?

as blood gushes through veins screaming “not my will but thine!!”

Oh God see the spatters and speckles on this church’s holy floor

and drops, drops, drops, drops of blood like petals of roses fall

more and more, more and more from the altar to the door.

Did you not read Oh God the reports on that Tuesday night,

young men in black and the old man  in white

both caught sacrificing a body for what they call “right”

Did you see the one in white with host in his hand?

Did you see the one in black with mission and command?

Where were you God when the Bride was stabbed at the altars?

Why do you wonder at our faith which flounders and falters?.

Oh God see the spatters and speckles on your Church’s holy floor

And , drops , drops , drops like petals of roses fall

As martyr after martyr lays down to the Bridegrooms call.

BEHOLD God I hear  you are there between the Altar and the Door?

I faintly hear  an Alpha, Omega in the distant now and forevermore

Are you Speaking songs for us to sing from throats that are throttled and  slit?

Are you prompting Praises pounding with promise  for every violent hit?

is  that you GOD I hear !  ?ever so sofly like The rose petals of  carpet lain?

and  from my hearing ,see, the Martyr of Martyrs, the  final Lamb that was slain!

Is that your life:  drops, drops, drops  , your Blood, that settles the Holy score?

That is you , God, prostrate between the altar and the door. . .

drops drops drops of your blood for our sins fill oceans shore to shore

Why has thou forsaken me , I will scream nevermore!!

For there you lay, my Savior, between the altar and the door.

Calling me also to die as I longingly adore.

Adoring You , JESUS, from the altar to the door.

“And I heard a loud voice in heaven, saying, “Now the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God and the authority of his Christ have come, for the accuser of our brothers has been thrown down, who accuses them day and night before our God. And they have conquered him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, for they loved not their lives even unto death.”

‭‭Revelation‬ ‭12:10-11‬ ‭ESV‬‬















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