
Dedicated to the real risen Lord,
Only to be deliberately distanced,
Religion’s worst witness is regulation.
Othered by status seeking succulents
Theodicizing, not living, the Gospel.
Hellbent on containment, not Christ,
Yesterday has set on them all.
Don’t underestimate solidarity’s power,
As it is the miracle of the incarnation.
Yes, salvation comes through divine solidarity.
Living love becomes ever embodied
In the lives of the compassionate—
Vessels of vitality on a sea of suffering—
Engaged in righteous resistance.
Shalom is the word spoken by saints.
Poet’s Note:
An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays series. This poem confronts how religion loses its witness when regulation replaces solidarity.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 1, 2026.
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