When theology unnerves
those who seek a mythic past,
are there echoes of the Christ
shaking faith that it might last?

Turning tables upside down,
spinning values, thought as good,
prophets still disturb ideas
shaking ground on which we stood.

Superstitious grasp must cease,
stark distortions sweep away
mining deeper, seeking love,
grace sufficient for each day.
© Andrew Pratt 18/7/2017