Atonement

1. FELLING

Godless...
In dust, even, is found the humblest of images. That i am not. Of me is neither dust, nor ashes, nor cinders, nor soot. I am, and most dreadfully so, the likeness of dirt. Quietly must i lay, scorned infertile, refuse of earth and despised of creation. Onto me is offered the flesh of swine, thick hide of mastodon figures, forcing structures through my substance. Baptised in the gutter, indwelling of lakes, residence of clotted drains, confined, here. Stench unbearable, sight ungodly, host of rotted, putrid carcass, purpose...lost in slough of silt-forms, muck substance of soil minus worth. My God bears not the image of dirt. But manure, perhaps, dignity of soil and ash, even dust to him, pleasing. Of dirt my image was not made, but rather became what i am, for sin, for world and flesh, and festival and fame. I dirt became, and shall claim no likeness to my divine master, detach now mine from His being, sacrifice of life and limb, for sake of Him and His infallibility, don’t tell me, i’m His. For dirt is not of Him.


2. ASCENT

Found
Guilty
Repentance
On grace return
For dances speaking
Nought but love
Twisted heels
Backward bend
Back is douen
Forward is Christ
Yet
Few are chosen
Of grazing men
Wiping the sky
From the grass
Grieving storm
Of past...
Convictions
Sending prayer
Upward heaven
There
Focus
You
Sin-ner
Sin never
Again