Quiet truth lies in the belly of the unturned
where spoils fed fester then pass on
like roughage for the soul.
What lies in your movement?
Can you taste forbidden fruits and still
dwell in the house of reconciliation,
knowing virtue doesn’t lie in the exception,
but in the Promise?
Or does the threshold give you pause when
contemplation of the forsaking of your path
overcomes your taste buds and
your next steps fall short?
Where are you going?
None are righteous, whether in flesh,
tongue, mind or heart…
remnants of tainted plunder swim
through veins and singe pores –
our Common Base.
But something exquisite lies in the
banquet of faults and virtues served
in the balance of a being.
Can you taste glory without seeing?
Eyes wide open and blind to the bite of
worldly morsels succumbed to by our mouths;
our stomachs remain unnourished.
Like rain, these drops of time and consequence
hit our thirsty tongues, drowning our ability
to discern the sweet from the bittersweet;
and we are lost in the wash of indifference.
But Salvation lives and springs flow
for the cleansing within… so drink.
For the greatest feat is drawing sustenance
from one’s life source; and not
from the death we incessantly swallow.