Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Who can say with certainty,

the indelible shades of

right or wrong,

when those who mistake

faith for conviction and

conviction for righteousness

are surprised when that which they

did to others returns to them

like a curse nurtured in secret

and gorged upon grief

Exile,

cast out,

broaden the interpretation

of your understanding,

kindle courage and seek out

the nature of the shape and form

of the principle of a soul in

flux

You, surpassing them all,

tear down their cross,

You, surpassing yourself,

lay it down gently,


that too,

is your kindness