divine expression

divine expression

a dark spirit came upon me . . . man

one not common

in the realm

of my understanding

it affected

and thus infected me,

causing me to vie

and rise up against my brother

and let his blood

upon the soil

of our blessings

a shall call her name . .

“en-vy”

for she is in me

and has found a home

in this, my private eternity

when will i be loosed

i was stripped of my honor

and cast to an unknown wilderness

and destined to know of a woman

who was not of my rib

we made a sort of

discordant conjugal music

chorused with tongues

that babbled

in non symphonious to9nes

ushering forth and eschewed view

of my distant fading memories

of my smiles and

of Eden

a place where Abel was able

to outshine me

in the eyes of that Entity

which Lorded over us

with enmity

was this seed of tortuous expression

the fault of my Mother ?

or is some other generational curse

exacting such a suffering

in my crooked walk

was it the lack of forthrightness

of my “Earthly Seed Bearer”,

Adam

who is the progenitor

of my woes . . .

who knows

my feet, my toes,

oh how they do miss

the damp verdant laden soils

of that garden,

that which my ardent heart

still yet dreams of

i vies for a “Celestial Forgiveness”

that will allow me to return,

if but for a “Stilled” visit

in Time’s special illusion

a delusion will do . . . for now

i year to once again

taste the sweet fruit

of the labor of my hands

as the sweat of my brow

nurtures the expectations

of a bountiful harvest

but . . . what was i given

to take with me

in my banishment ?

Prayers and Faith ?

who is it that shall

sequester my earnest requests

for reprieve

from this cloak of disdain

and despair

i must wear ?

and in a certain knowing

i still am sowing

seeds on hope

as i cope

with this doom filled

looming

dichotomous reality

betwixt a “Good”

and an “Evil”

that manifests

as a test

for all souls

who toil against their reason

none of it makes for

a reasonable defense

that offers a satiable recompense

so i simply speak

in the same voice

of First Father

“Let their be Light”

and i brightly shine

for that seed still resides

within me

i am the Garden

i am the Gardener

which i seek

and all that is thine

is mine

for “I AM” of THEE

i am an unquantified incalculable expression

of the Divine

© 9 July 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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