for we all fall into love, sin , life
into abominations which our fathers
might scold,
we may fall into darknesses ,
where the only light
is so dim only one star
light might find us, there
so few of us escape, the blind
rage , the animal instinct
among the others caged the same,
we might mistake sameness
for right for reality, and
for the few , who manage to climb
out with skin wedged under
our nails think ,
there is one of a million,
that one who saw the light
of the one star
it's brilliance as not sanctifying
brutality , who , then
saw more than one star
but heaven, saw man's potential
truly, his sins as nature,
and his future
of the world growing
more godlike, more
forgiving
betrayed the rest,
to climb out using them as
ladders,
for our sake, for our
future, nurturing
like a mother and her baby
peace , sanctity
in man, in nature together,
in abandoning
the past, for
what grace does the past
remember?