a beautiful mess

Where Sin Abounds

Truly, lies filled nearly every inch of space
in that breath, that time and that place,
not withstanding the tears of deep
shame which gathers on a face

There is no other option, comes the reply,
so it is when we judge with our eyes.
Filled with the measure we’ve sown
selling all to buy into the lie:

Love always trusts, never does it fail,
except this once, damn it to hell.

And this the tomb, our grave hebetude,
when we align our minds with false truth.

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this poem finds it’s weight in an endless amount of conversations and experiences. some are my own conversations, some from others, some were forward moving, others were negatively charged and rooted in fear…but it really seeks to explore a question we usually choose to avoid: what becomes of us when we align our minds with false truth and live in a place and a time where sin abounds? what becomes of a people when they choose to believe the “exceptions” rather than the “promises”?

does (true) love never fail…except when we think we’ve run out of options? is GOD the redeemer of all things…except that one thing? and so on and so on.