INIQUITY 1
The Lorax stood up:
I speak for the trees…
Iniquity speaks for its irredeemable self.
Beyond all pity, hope
- what to say or see, but guilt and shame?
The pits of collective hells
where darkness breeds and festers:
the only chance to undo or expiate,
a total ownership.
No external confessor or judge
could arbitrate when the lost soul knows
the detail, depth of its own abusiveness:
not the sort of thing easy to fix or solve
excuse or dissolve
by invested powers of vestigial divinity;
nor the magnanimous decree of a projected, forgiving God -
without the alchemical acids of remorse
and the desperate courage of admission - ignominious commission.
Bottom of the line, in the foulest dregs
humanities fiendish passions create - each one, in its dungeon of despair,
Victim of its own undying horror.
Forgive, let go!
quoth the doyens of reconciliation
forsooth, fine words to dangle,
jangling the prison keys.
Who can annul life sentences
let alone self-imposed indictments
from the hearts own knowing
and acknowledgment.
The law of consequence is unyielding
and cause, whether witting or colluding
irremediable, by sheer will or wish -
apart from processes of final dissolution, worn out and down to basic ingredients
of ignorance and the hubris of greed
by the trickle of Time and remorse
- letting go;
returned to the neutral, holy ground.
The easy fix of retribution, judgment
is only a stage or phase
in the journey of doingness, of effects.
Of discovering that love is not just
for the loveable, but for.the ever undeserved.
Always a gift and grace:
the great paradigm leap towards ...godliness.