When the Soul Forgets
When the soul forgets,
we do what we regret.
When the soul forgets,
we shrink and tremble,
fearing him or her,
this or that, hating all
of the other, the different,
the foreign, the strange....
When the soul forgets,
we march off to war.
When the soul forgets,
we leave love alone,
shrinking ourselves into
small hard balls of ice.
When the soul forgets,
we leave God alone...,
or else we smirk and
mock Him, and offer
a dying man vinegar.
When the soul forgets,
we poison life itself and
turn songs of peace
into diatribes of hate.
When your soul forgets,
it falls: first into the grey,
then in time, it falls faster,
deeper and deeper into
the deep blackness of hell--
and perhaps there. just perhaps
your soul will at last remember
and call out, and call out....
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