Honor the transgression.
Let it sit upon your soul.
There are no
second chances,
only first impressions.
Bridges
that burn so brightly
that our wake
is lit
like the heavens.
Know Grace
is a gift you’ve been given.
Every indiscretion
is laid at your feet,
like the bodies
of the innocent
that paid for your grandeur,
your countenance,
your fame.
Never deny
from whence you came.
The child of toil,
of crying nights,
and abject derision.
The knowledge
of violence,
steeped into your mind,
like a potion
meant to make you mean.
No wonder you need
Grace, Faith, and Salvation.
The multitude of sins
piled up against you,
seek to bury you,
and become your grave.
Then you,
would haunt the world,
another angry accuser,
piling the bodies
at the feet of others.
Lift your eyes.
You know that there
is a reason
for the lie.
You know that there
is a reason
why Redemption
is the greatest concept
ever commoditized.
And we’re all buying.
Get in.
Get out.
Keep moving
and they can’t pin you down.
You were never meant
to be held
in a prison of your own
imagination.
There are no walls,
only doors and windows.
Even the floor
becomes a means to escape.
The call comes,
and despite all of your crimes,
you are asked
to allow yourself
to be righteous.
You.
Washed clean.
Even if just for a moment.
Free.
Clear.
Eyes wide enough
to take in the whole sky.
Unfettered by memory,
and time,
and who you were
in all of your lives.
Adventurer.
Conqueror.
Slave.
Benefactor.
Criminal.
Soldier.
Savior.
Be who you are,
not who you were,
or worry about
who you will be.
Each day
is a chance
to give the Old Man a nod,
and walk on.
HG – 2022
