Note: Some poetry from 2021-2022 are unlisted in the Index of Titles.
The wages of sin
The wages of sin
There is no creature not destined
for the supreme goal, said my Lord.
What then of the wages of sin –
if each sequential death leads merely
to yet another roll of the dice, a foothold
and a hand up (until we wear out death itself)?
The wages of sin is apparently
and always has been death-in-life –
an aeons-length estrangement
from the Living Water until we develop
enough thirst and world-weariness
to prompt and enable renunciation.
Sin (and its wages) being the nothingness
we trade in for the Everything.
O child of God, the wages of sin are a necessary
imbursement toward the Self’s eventual revelation.
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