Forbidden fruits tempt our gaze.
The one thing missing to make life worth living.
The object of desire mesmerizing itchy eyes,
Ripe tasty fruit dangling so near, ready to eat.
Certain to make all the difference,
Sure to satisfy,
Worth the cost to make us perfect.
And with the first bite, want recedes.
The mouth fills with sweet elation,
Then comes the question: is breaking hallowed tradition worth the risk exploration?
And dawn reveals a foreboding sense of nakedness welling up within:
A shudder runs up and down the spine,
Exposed by earthly desires,
Covered with clumsy fig leaves,
God mourns the loss of presence among us.
For shame overwhelmed,
And the one who loves completely,
Now keeps a respectful distance,
Waiting for us to resolve angry resistance
To nakedness and fear,
Of who we are,
Or might be,
Of being fully known,
Choosing to stay on the run,
Gambling unending desires will fill in gaps of emptiness,
We serve a self imposed sentence,
Rely on victims to resolve savage tensions,
Chase after want,
Inflamed by tantalizing objects of desire,
Sacrifice the innocent, we named guilty.
And failing to win satisfaction,
One brother avenges himself on the other,
Murders his brother.
And human experience churns history on,
A never ending spectacle of violence and war.
Do you not wonder, if we should call a truce,
Give up the desperate need for the big win?
Tear down our idols of domination,
Open the door,
Invite everyone in,
Listen to their story and finally make friends.
THH
1/5/25
Thoughts Have Hands 