Missing the Point

Back among the Hebrews
In the holy days of old
Things went a bit differently than
Perhaps we have been told

Consider, just for instance
The concept known as “sin”
When the word itself was just
Beginning to begin

Before the crucifixion
Before auto da fe
Before the endless holy wars
Took Europe’s sons away

Before interrogations
And ostracising fear
Its definition other was
I’ll tell it to you here

It had not one damn thing to do
With damning any soul
For a mistake we all could make
(Or one equally droll)

For he or she whose prudency
Allows them safe to stay
From presence of a lie
May also turn the truth away

Those who stay open to a truth
Upon the other hand
The probability of which
They don’t yet understand

Run the risk of staying
Open just a bit too long
And for a moment getting something
Right that’s really wrong

All of our “virtues” ought to be
Rightly called “balances”
Its in the middle that we meet
Just as the old saying says

To name a “sin” reflected
An understanding that
We’re just a bunch of pickles in
The same vinegar vat

We sink or swim together
Together starve or feed
No happy person wants to
Steal the things that they might need

And folks who are relaxing
In love’s misty afterglow
Do not the urge to mess
Their brothers with easily know

The word “sin” didn’t mean
You were condemned to fry
Short, medium or longer-
Term in sulphur, pitch and lye

Here’s what it meant to them (I think
That you might like it better too)
Denoting what to me is
A more balanced point of view:

To them it only meant this time
You fell short of the mark
Focused a little left or right
Chipped off a little bark

Got information needed to
Your next attempt better appoint
In short, my brother, all it meant
Was that you’d missed the point!



Ana Daksina View All →

A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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