Atonement
And who are we, ignoble birthed,
knowing as we must,
all elements of earth
laid down in divine trust
berthed in perfect form-
stupendous souls made from dust.
Finger of God made so much of it
Divine capsule of design
Then the human being lost his mind,
lost the way for humankind.
Blood sacrifice cries from the ground
Stones will cry out if they must
What would they say if they could sound
out hope of humane recreation?
Lust for life is never past the point
of no return to final destination.
Atonement is a living law, on its own.
It is impossible to bleed life from a stone.
Aqua Marine. 02/04/2024.
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