Traveling the Backward Path

From the Hand of God for Arba You will submit and then see the truth The ending is always the same because            it is always the same as the beginning  You will realize the stupidity of your struggles In a moment’s time, you will remember the old trick  And you will curse yourself for having betrayed Him once again  You will kneel before Him  You will kiss His hand            His finger            His ring finger You will lust for Him  And your tongue will taste His hand  You will long to be with him again, near him, to caress him  You will confess all of your sins  And You will know His love which hurts the most  Because you will know His vengeance And you will be cut from the hand of God  You will be the ring finger cut from the hand of God You will be that reminder to Him of something tragic, fearful, and base  The hand will survive wi...

Thrill Seekers He left me standing there on the beach  And I felt so stupid as the sand buried my feet.  The water washed back and forth  And held me in place  Like a statue  Held to the dirt.  The ocean roared  And he couldn’t hear me,  But I screamed as loudly as I could.  My scream mixed with the roar of the waves,  And it killed me to watch him walk away.  I went blank.   I don’t know how else to put it.  How do you process the end  When it’s part of your center?  Before any talk of leaving,  He’d told me about his plan,  His familiar plan...  I never wanted children because   I knew I wasn’t mature enough  Or dedicated enough.  I knew he wasn’t. I knew we were meant for one another  But for nothing more.  But he had other plans.  Why?  Why would he need a creation to validate his power?  Hadn’t we done this before  And again  And still now?...

I will punch— punching holes in fearful symmetry. I will seek absolution, offer forgiveness, offer to trade places with you. And you? You'll have all the time of the evermore. Time to explore every line, every life, every dream. Time to sit with each bubble of the flow, to extract every remedy and meaning. Time to mourn with the weepers, to survey every curvature. It is all yours. I will hold you here, if you wish, in the light of this partial eclipse— here on a bench on the edge of the labyrinth. Above the poppies and the weeds, the whistling birds delight. As do I. I brought incense to burn— I heard you liked it. I offer the mid-morning breeze on your face as a gift. All of it, I offer to you. You are eternal. You can be whole Where you like. But I will hold you here, if I may— just long enough to sit and talk on the stone bench as we have always done before. This is the part where I say I am a speck of a speck of a dream’s dream. A haunted hallway reflecting uncertain in a pane ...