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My Gravest Sin


I took the wrong path so long ago… the steps came swift with winter and I saw my reflection lurch like fate.

I’m meant to stand and let her massage my feet, animal, remember where, who and what I am, and then bow to her hold on me. I’ll weep if I must, but for the love of life, Love’s mystifying creation, I will be her steward now.

Raise the Mother to her original tallness, gaze upon her grandmother majesty, and eat of her fruit, her green life, with a rainbow of affection as sentinel.

Pound out my Love like a peace-drum and let it carry me along. Yes. I took the wrong path, but I now happily retrace my steps on the way back, only to find me standing agape, bent in great pain at what I’ve done to heaven.

Pray I’ve time to remedy my gravest sin…


© 2011 by mark prime


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