Finished

Finished
By Jonathan Bennett


The holy veil tore down its center,
But they sewed it, hiding the large rent.
And maybe they hid the wise things there
To keep them out of the children's hands.
Leaving us confused and at a loss
Except to see Your work as half-done.


The blind remain blind and the deaf deaf;
Though, there's a gadget that fakes Your touch.
The lame walk but only with crutches,
Last year's dead refuse to draw new breath,
And the poor have yet to hear good news.
Are you sure you didn't leave too soon?