"Father forgive them, for they know not what they do"
Bound as they were, fearful hearts and dread
Bound and blind.
humanity's long banner unfolding,
unfurling into winds, chill and marrow deep,
the very seam of hope,
jagged wisps of thread
lost to indifference.
Such are we
in moments of self-awareness.
In forgiving them (us) gifting freedom,
tearing out the roots, clods of earth
clouds of dust, leaf litter, stone and clay
lost and scattered and gratefully so;
freedom, freedom to breathe,
to turn one's face towards the kiss
of a morning's sun,
to embrace the sound of a thousand steps
into its arms,
to live in the hope of tomorrow
and its blessing of today,