DTS Magazine

Poem: Absence

“They tied me to the stake.
Village children piled brush at my feet.
The priest’s hands didn’t shake.
He struck the match and took his seat
with the other clergy.
The children pinched their noses
as my skin began melting.
Roasting human flesh imposes
a stench that makes you gag while you burn.
I stood for truth. I spoke to angels.
I gave the poor every penny I earned,
prayed mountains to move and crumble
and learned as much as I could.
I poured out encouragement.
But nothing ends like it should,
so flames were my payment.

“I was surprised to find
I now lived on the outskirts of heaven— I, the one who led the blind,
my garments handwoven
from camel’s hair and righteousness.
He didn’t care that I slaved for Him.
I enjoy His presence,
but from afar, where the light dims,
and I wonder at my company—
those who never did enough.
Why be grouped with such as these?
Because I had not love.”

Comments
Campus News
May 18, 2020
Dallas Theological Seminary Announces Two New Degree Programs and the Expansion of our 100% Online Degree Options Dallas Theological Seminary is excited to announce the addition of two new master’s degree programs to the curriculum for the upcoming academic year. The Seminary is also...
Ministry
May 15, 2020
George M. HillmanGeorge M. HillmanJohn ReeceJohn Reece
Book Excerpt: Smart Church Finances Stewardship and Joy In the parable of the talents (Matt 25:14–30), Jesus illustrated some clear business principles relevant to today’s church. The servants are given five,...