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Writer's pictureNeil Rogers

Seven Questions or Hide-n-Seek

Updated: May 2, 2022


Where are you?


Oh, do you think I can’t perceive

Among the bushes, through the leaves?

Is there some place where you can hide

When I recall you to my side?

And do you reckon I don’t know

Each sordid place your mind will go?

I saw you neath the old fig tree.

Why have you now forsaken me?

Who told you, you were naked?

What shameful modesty is this?

You turn your face, avoid my kiss?

What secret is from me concealed?

For to my eye all is revealed

There is nothing you can cover

From my Spirit who does hover

As your watchful, waiting lover

Friend, your kiss betrays your Saviour

Have you eaten from the tree?

How wide the freedom that I gave

And yet not satisfied, you craved

The consecrated fateful fruit

Which I had told you would not suit

Now the unexpected poison

Clouds your judgment and your reason

Oh, this stubborn independence

Robs you of my form and likeness

What have you done?

Who has closed your eyes with darkness?

Who has blocked your ear that harkens

Not my voice nor aching wooing?

And now your hearts are full of ruing

All you’ve sadly lost and squandered.

When your progeny have wandered

I will come and crush the serpent

Who has brought you to this torment.

Whence your anger?

What has given birth to sadness?

Who has carried off your gladness?

If you nurse this grudge so bitter

It will shred your soul and litter

Seeds of venom down the ages

Legacy of toxic rages

And your name will bear the shame

Rejected and dejected blame.

Where’s your brother?

From just one father’s passion surged

From just one womb you both emerged

And you both suckled at Eve’s breast

So what has led you to detest

Your brother? Abel’s blood cries out

And down long eons hear it shout

Where’s your precious brother, Cain?

Where’s your brother you have slain?

What have you done?

You sons of Adam hid and lied

What have you done? You crucified!

What have you done, you Son of Man?

You bore our flesh, our pain, were slain

And then you rose, dispersed your foes

Oh come again and reign and reign!

Where are you, gracious question-master?

Come rescue us from this disaster!

Neil Rogers © 2018

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