Perhaps we are but a larval being
Caterpillar to flutterby
One day to fly free
Uncaring of gusts and eddies
Leaving behind a fragile husk
Perhaps the Maker calls all souls home
Spiritual beings having had
Bodily experiences
To know each other in different ways
To return into communal forgiveness
Perhaps the church god sits in judgement
Each of us unworthy imperfection
All having disobeyed unclear messages
That a Perfect Being could have clarified easily
Stopped killing in His name
Stopped the voices screaming “It’s His Will!”
Stopped the spread of poison
Stopped the cancer
Stopped the hurt
This hurt that will
(still)
Linger
(here)
For love lies still beneath starched white sheets
His hand cooling in mine
Dread finality of our living fairytale
(how romantical)
And I, my love, your
(night in a shiny armoire)
Love
Can no longer shield you from the world
As you shielded me
Psychoterrierpy 