It was for kith and kin I chose to shed
the skin of sin and flesh and bones beneath
because I couldn’t cope to even reach
the temple much less being it.
There was no need for promises. I said
“forgive.” The word, a seven-letter sword,
proceeded to impale my darkest ghosts
and then assumed a mouth to say “forget.”
The world that used to blind my eyes and heart
became devoid of dark and fancy art.
It stripped me of the self and gave me hope
the others, too, will have their chance to opt
for change. Compulsion cannot be enforced
choice is made between a mind that’s right
and ripe and up for making. Wrong is not
allowed inside a house of praise and psalms
sung in earnest and on knees that know the
virtue of a quiet wish. A gentle placewhere talking is a whisper made in peace.
For peace that man may find each other’s grace.
Preoccupation fought its many tries
to penetrate the fragile countenance
of renewal in its early stage, pangs
of birth too evident for predators
to pounce on. While the flames would sometimes lick
and get a taste of indecision, faith
kept vigil, was not disappointed. She
and I did ultimately reunite.