Jesus speaks to the humble
Unconditional words of love.
Lucifer flammae tempestas est—
Ignited by the faithfully feckless
Against the words of acknowledgment.
Nefarious are those silencers.
Ordinary people of all genders
Find their call in God’s love.
Nox aeterna falls
On those who shun
Revelation with reckless abandon.
Whether believed or not—
Ignorance a poor excuse—
Consequences will caw.
How deep the sadness of silence.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 2, 2025.
Tittu
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem, part of my Scorched Strays series—its hidden dedication speaks for those who still believe all shall be well in spite of oppressive systems that mistake love for heresy.
- Category: Religion
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Comments1
How toxic we find the beliefs of others. Our mind too fine a sieve to let the ideas of others pass. Silence the words, burn the books, blind the eyes of those willing to see, hear and feel what others do. A very nice write with a strong message.
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