Streams in the Firmament

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He climbed and clamped on trees.  The cross of Christ

Was one.  We met in God’s salvation Gate.

I did not know that he would cause a heist

Of heart and love and truth . . . cause troubled weight

In psychedelic mystic faults in thought.

He looked at things from far above my ground

Of friendship, say, and what the Bible taught.

His druggie uppers tricked him to expound

The fuzziness of his theology.

The coke raised up his highs and made him feel

Correct.  Up there the thinking was dodgy.

This kind of climbing made Christ’s teaching squeal.

  The highest branches of religion held

    Him, making muzziness and doctrine meld.

~ Phillip Whidden