I am home from picking the boys up from their Nana’s house. My Love and…
will they revere these words as relics?
will they say God wrote them?
will they be recited, said to be unaltered?
will they change my words to be what they want?
will they use my words to control — to manipulate populations?
to enforce crooked morality? religious devotion? divine mandates?
will they violate my intentions and substitute their own?
once these words leave my heart and bloom in your mind
they are no longer mine. They are yours, too.
how you use them — for poison or elixir — is up to you.
i am a man frail as feathers; blind as darkness.
i share my ideas. My experiences. My thoughts.
pieces to a mural; moments in Eternity.
these words, unwhole and Holy; tainted and Pure.
do you see God in them? do you see Your Self in them?
do you hear Devils in the syllables? do you hear Sin in my verbs?