I’m all done with notional condemnation,
nonsense posing salvation
suggesting pre-birth agendas and all the control
a robot might covet.
Take me to the truth, down to the bone of it.
Marry me to the wonder found in the midst of
all this chaos and randomness daring us all
to make meaning.
I see their meaning made in fear.
The meaning they make
spews the poison in their hearts,
the snare in their aid.
Take me far away from the righteous.
I want to live with the undone and undoing.
I want to dance with the makers and shake
every foundation lost to the mold of stagnation.
Deliver me to love, love in spite of it all,
love because of it all,
love morphing, rolling up sleeves
and shaping this mound of flesh into new and ancient songs.
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Thank you… I really appreciate the share.
More to come , nice work Ruth !
Thank you, Pierre…
Love, the foundational reality, the skin and bone.