Christ King,
chose to cast his crown to clay,
condescending as a child in a cradle
clad with common clothes.
Come to connect creation to Creator,
according to command of covenant claim and
cross colossal crevasse to
cancel the course of the chronic curse,
accepting the cup and cost to acquire
captive,
corrupt,
crooked,
carnal,
callous,
cheating,
chosen children.
Come to comfort the crying,
console the conflicted,
calm the confused,
confront the corrupt,
cancel the cancer,
kindle the candle,
correct the compass, and
conclude the closing chapter.
Come to collect a countless constellation of kin, and
cultivate a company of catechumen conforming to
Christ-like conduct,
conviction of creed,
clemency,
charity and
kindness.
Came carried on a colt across a canvas of cloaks and
corridor of chants calling for conquest,
craving a crusade,
confusing courage for a coup.
Consequently clashed with class of clout and
cleared the currency changers
changing the consecrated cathedral into a coop of crooks.
Cheated by counterfeit’s calculated cheap kiss on cheek.
Caught, cuffed and kept in counsel’s custody.
Called to circus court and
convicted of uncommitted crimes.
Chased as chaff and
cast as carrion to the confines of the camp.
Clung to center cross in company of criminals as
crowds clamored in commotion
calling cone-capped King a coward in a corner.
Cruel chaos and calm compassion collided at the crux of the cross in cosmic conflict.
Christ was crucified,
crushed,
cussed,
cursed,
cracked,
caned,
crippled,
choked and
cried out as collected curse consumed his core.
Critical condition caused cardiac crash and
chest collapsed to crimson cascade.
Killed.
Closed in coffin cavern to keep as a cold corpse continually.
Satan smiled. Success.
Saviour Son
subdued,
stung,
stopped and
struck silent.
Shrewd serpent slithered to snatch the souls of susceptible saints.
Suddenly,
Christ cracked the casket.
Cut the chains,
clipped the cords,
cleaved the curtain,
columns crumbled,
Canaan conquered.
Crafty conniving creature crushed.
Capture accomplished.
Complete.
Crimes cleared, covered, clean and corrected.
Case closed.
Conquering King carried on chariot clouds with
keys to celestial city’s country.
Cue cherished chosen children’s choir
casting crowns and
composing continual chorus of Creator’s Kingdom come and the
crowned
Christ King
– circa 2016 (revised in 2019)
Paradoxically, creativity can thrive within boundaries. By imposing certain boundaries, one can find news way to “think outside the box”. That is what I’ve tried to do with this poem. I’ve limited myself to words beginning in “c” and “k” (and a few with “s”). Putting this restriction in place forced me to find different ways to say something: and that is when creativity thrives. For example, one could say that “Jesus came down from heaven to take on human form.” That is a perfectly fine and wonderful statement. But in restricting myself to “c” and “k” words, I was forced to come up with something different: “Christ King chose to cast his crown to clay, condescending as a child in a cradle”. Same idea, but new, creative way to say it. You can be the judge whether I’ve succeeded in writing ancient truths in a new and creative (and sensible) way.
P.S. I actually read through the “c” and “k” sections of the dictionary for this poem: voluntarily, and multiple times.
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