Luke Warm

What life will grant me afterlife?
One devoted to love,
Or one ended in the name of it?
Who is more blessed-
The martyr, or the sumaritan?
 

 

Someday I will die
Never having claimed
A street corner as my pulpit-
Never having cast a shadow
High atop my soapbox.
 

While righteous men yell "Testify!!"
Beside me, passionately,
I'll keep me still, and allow
My heart to drift heavenward,
While the fervent masses build crosses
To wear on their backs.
 

Will Christ spit me out
If I am only ever me?
If I only follow his direction
Will I be denied fufillment
Of his promise:
Deliverance.