The voice was loud in the end,
A fly's buzz with subtle increases.
Flit, it landed in my sticky ear
Crusted with blood. "Am I
My brother's keeper?"
"Am I my brothers keeper?"
I had bartered with sin.
In the beginning of the day
Fear crouched knowingly,
Distant. With ignorant intent
I brought my offering. God
Accept me, please. This world
Is not my own. I'm unknown.
God, know me, please.
By midday the buzz was close,
Fear closing in. This is my offering
Harvested with rough-husked skin,
The produce of my labor, Lord
Do not reject me. How can I compete
With blood offerings? Do not
Reject me (and accept him).
By sun's searing heat you came
"Why are you so angry, Cain?
Do what is right and gain
Acceptance." Know me, Cain.
Outside reign fearful tooth
And devil claw, but in your heart
Choose to accept me, Cain.
By sundown I was enslaved
With the buzzing sound of sin
So loud in my ear. God,
How could I hear you curse?
"You will be a wanderer,
A wanderer of this barren earth!"
To my fear's worst, I'm enslaved.
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Poem Sunday
PoetryYep. It's Sunday. Have a poem. I am foremost not a poet, but it was an early love. And it is a form of expression that deserves as much love as it can get.
