Juxtaposition

ivane tensaie

exalted and brought low

set apart and also disposed,

to being associated with the likes of me.

a guilty thief.

and my efforts are worthless, good as filthy rags, and yet everything’s worship

for even the churchless.

if i lose my life, i’ll find it

so, i’m dead and alive

and the lasting effect of the veil torn 

is to be covered and exposed,

to be undignified and never outgrow the empty room.

and this is where i’m most assured,

that what is wrong will be made right.

so i work out my salvation with 

my judge and redeemer

my wounded healer

who sealed my righteous condition.

this is the juxtaposition of being a Christian.

where heaven meets earth, duality is tailored between.

though i sin, i’m a saint

accepting this reality so i won’t grow faint 

 “both, and” sinks in.

with the most fundamental belief that almighty God was also human.