What ((holds)) you to unyielding self? Petrified you stone your sins and still miss the mark; attempt to beat soul into healing.
Fool.
Even this nascent struggle to understand casts another rock.
Would you lobotomize... ****** a stick into your eye socket to see more clearly?
Suffering is in the resistance; you know, and do not accept grace in the hands easing you toward the gentle current of Spirit washing around you.
Why?
Entombed by need to atone, you cannot roll the rock aside alone. Stop asking for "more weight", Giles Corey... you are a fearsome man standing upright.
My apologies to those who have read these works before; I'm returning the poems written here that I once struck out of spite.