#*Repent therefore and be converted,
that your sins may be blotted out,
so that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord,
and that He may send Jesus Christ,
who was preached to you before,
whom heaven must receive
until the times of restoration of all things,
which God has spoken by the mouth of all His holy prophets
since the world began.*
Acts 3:19,20,21
That one thing we deserve, I dare to name:
Death, and then deathless torment in the flame.
But first, let go of bad theology
(all well-meaning misanthropology)
then send yourself a gentle gift, like this:
click: narcissistic selfie mirror-kiss.
The brightest song a body’s ever held?
The one that broke your waters where they swelled.
You summon joy; that bitch stayed out too long.
Ashamed, she hastens, staggering along . . .
I’d be content to have (besides some wings),
just this: the Restoration of All Things
And then to you, if it were mine to give,
I’d give forgiveness. Seek the Lord—and live.