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Man of Flesh and Bone



(Photo by Michelle, my lovely love...)

Can I, a man of flesh and bone and spirit and Love, recognize my image within my kind’s present carnage?

Shriek and howl! Screech my protests higher now! The hymn of peace be upon the eartH, Love visible through the belief in creation...

Shouldn't I long to walk in goodness? Shouldn't I strive toward the solemn directives of creation and Love? I should strive to walk in goodness. A man, yet capable of walking in warless goodness...

So how could I have ever known of such creeping deceit.

(Yet, they are my brothers and sisters eternally, nonetheless... nonetheless. I'm sorry, brother for ever having thought it was my place to question your personal belief, never having had my own. I humbly apologize.)

I have, I would imagine, known only that which was and is knowable... And then I began raging my hunger, leaving myself parasitic, turned by my greed. I chose my beast and I have fallen, fallen so far away that the garden light's been doused. I've truly lost my way. No fault, but mine own. No fault with my spirit, but with my flesh. No fault, save for hands bent upon the foul use of life and Love...

Let my scouts and lies fall away, greed, let my nagging tales of fear fall away, for peace and Love have won the day. I’ll gladly fall upon the sword of my belief if it will end this known outrage...

The Mother brings me to believe, her caress reveals my love, my duty and my goodness. Her waters swim their peace and love to me after the long journey between me and war.

If my fears will not relinquish their hold on my heart, I'll walk. I'll walk away... in goodness.



© 2011 by mark prime

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