So that’s that…
The end of the fabric-
the threads run out
The garment created,
unraveling.
the foundation-
no words:
no respect, or even honor.
Just your silence…
And in that silence is anger.
Our anger…
At what was done, perceived, or executed.
The stubborn refusal to see,
our cowardice,
and frozen intentions.
We are paralyzed:
Quadriplegic in our emotions.
You in your moment..
Me in my recovery…
My foundations,
where the The Natural Law
Is in the woof and weave,
trees woven in sky, rivers in seams,
and stars embellish the pockets
front and back.
The idols sit toad- like on a shelf,
grinning ineptly at blank walls.
long dust –
and silent…
Our silence.
What gods would be silent?
Not the one God-
He roars in every thread of creation.
He knows our creation-
It is His design…
It is not natural or organic
to submerge,
bury,
nullify,
who we are in our dominion…
In the natural order of things-
Nature –
Creation’s rhythm-
You cannot violate the Law
Things always fall downward to the Core…
For every action there is a reaction…
Your action –
My reaction…
The gravity of what we feel…
Where cores do not match…
It’s fundamental….
Can’t be denied…
I know that since the Fall
No man,
No woman,
can ever escape the demands of the Law
Natural law.
Only one Man could do that for me…
Oh how I wish that for you…..
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