Unfeigned Love

(A Short Poetic Narration)

In old age I’ve come to some kind of an understanding or at least a tinge

       of realization, let me explain:

That when I was young, God, he overlooked many of my mistakes: a boy

       and a bit in the wick, that is to say: twisted, loosely braided, as on a

       candlestick.

And I know now, that when I became a man, and more than a man, he

       watched over my mind: as I left my blistering prints, wherever I did, in

       those coal black nights, and those far-off days.

Now in old age—at sixty-four: the time when the rude owl cries like a

       telltale wolf to those demonic cockroaches:  to woo these old eyes Not to Be: Penitent…

Perhaps wishing I’d go back to those dipping moon drunk days, when I

       sizzled beds and quickly fled, like a cat in a flame.

He, the Lord of Hosts, has preserved me that I may repent.

I know now He knew my heart would not remain in a never-ending   

       cascading, landslide: of decaying stone; this here now, old

       deep-boned, once about a time, roustabout, ramrod.

I know now that I was to be created before the unformed volcanic earth

       of which he created man for…in balance with the other planets.

And I know we are not God’s Apes, perhaps his tragic children,   if indeed

       we can see it above our knees, with our  tormented lifestyle and

       minds: dying a bit each day of our downfall;

Collapsing like a cat in a flame: gusty half men, sizzling…!

And I know soon God will take my soul to Paradise or Heaven: no longer

       the black rebel with a rutted horn, singing sinful songs.

Knowing now the immortality of the soul, is so— and I am more than an

       animal who has no resurrection: I am a man more and more:

Not the cursed residents cooed by the devils of: Sodom and Gomorrah…

And all the deadly virtues that once plagued my soul, no longer plague my

       death…I am at peace with God and Myself!

And I knew then and there, at that specific moment when God’s hand

       appeared: man was God’s creation;

Molded by his own hands, and accordingly, he teaches as he finds it right,

       not as man thinks it should be.

Why then can I sing his praises, and say: “I understand why there are no

       tears in heaven?”

Hence, understanding my own question, when he never answered me, but

       showed me? 

It is a different language: the mist of God, that surrounds a man, soaks

       into the pours of his skin: understanding appears, as if out of Nowhere!

Love covers sin, which we commit

Hour by hour, day by day; night and day, season to season: hence,

Let us acquire love—saving love.

For I have learned, a man lives seventy years in sin, and repents in a day,

       and through Christ’s blood, he can be saved, without even being

       baptized!

And perhaps saved, and sent to paradise, out of repentance, while

       hanging on a cliff, with wind-thrown cedars in his face,

Out of some kind of mercy…and innocence; but all men, they know

       evil for evil—yet in the clap of an eye they are saved: how can this be?

To God it is nothing, nothing if you hate your neighbor and say: “I love

       you God, Lord of Hosts,” how can this be, it is a lie, you are a liar!

No doubt—  You are dreaming: twined in a cold winter’s sun, goose-

       skinned, and have no peace with God.

You love a delusion, for he who loves God, shall also love his neighbor,

       his brother, even his enemy.

Love does not cling to overhanging clouds, it is on a pilgrimage; even

       heaven has nothing greater than love.

For out of love, the Son of God chose to bear the agonies of the Cross.

Thus, in all that I have said so far, can I not call this: Unfeigned Love?

To Him be glory and power for ever and ever, amen.

#3408 (8-30-2012)

This is a Modified version, taken from parts one thru four…”The Hidden Grave of Treasures” (Part:  “Unfeigned Love”)