Begin. Imagine the grimness of an enormous cruelty whose mammoth jaws reach through the sky like a mechanical beast snapping aimlessly. The sightless, unfeeling beast, gnashing at our dismal hesitation, shrieking its steel claws down into the bone dry world like Hydra. A hideousness trying to slay our children, inflame fear, crush our hearts and spirits… What other horror could ever near such implausible belief? Pause and begin again. Imagine waking to a kindness so colossal that its head stood above the sun like a god, a god that we worshipped and prayed for its blessing, built garish houses for its worship and approval, feverishly vowing to die for it, a god we gladly give our souls to upon bent knees, crying for it to spare us of our immense suffering… What other wonder could ever near such conceivable certainty? Pause. © 2009 mrp/thepoetryman
(The Weaver's Song)