Originals

I don’t know that anything about me is original – I mean, all of my atoms, I’ve been told, once belonged to some dimwit creature (hmm...) roaming the earth long before air-conditioners and Mai Tais... And talk about Sin! – now that’s an Original I would gladly give my share away in a heartbeat; sure as hell, not missing a cinder of the concept – though, if not the world itself, I have no recollection of a bountiful garden...while readily admitting to having dined and drank with more than one size and specie of venomous serpent – But of all my Non Originals, the abiding presence of love within me is a lineage I would gladly claim as my own, were I asked, praying to be absolved of any penance if untrue. And, if false...then I would claim, even more vociferously, my uncompromising capacity to forgive all, thus hopefully moving existing originals into the Lord's Grace of Transformative Light.