'There were two sins', <br />Said the prayer conducive <br />yet elusive to the paradigm <br />of man carrying the world <br />and the world who carried him <br />back. <br /> <br />A channel runs through its <br />design where there is a smile to <br />consolidate and a frown to <br />understand. <br /> <br />That what subdues or quells <br />disorder may be apparent to <br />facing the sky or digging deep like <br />a man's searching for what's <br />underneath. <br /> <br />It cared to understand when or <br />how often it was allowed to fly and <br />why it was kept below the surface <br />for so many hours. <br /> <br />And then more deeply it said <br />'Hold up your face' <br /> <br />And I thought of winter covering <br />my hands and why the seasons had <br />no choice but to blossom their <br />ribcage. <br /> <br />The prayer agrees with itself and <br />the seasons bind to eachother, <br />equal parties. Complimentary, <br />reciprocal, forgiving. <br /> <br />I feel blessed for I have sinned, <br />but are there more to be as <br />fortunate as I was? <br /> <br />What word do I have to look up <br />and for the same consecration <br />destroy its path, dig down deep <br />the past to see inside you all? <br /> <br />But then would that not fortitude <br />the skeptical mountain that <br />turns itself inward so that <br />I may see myself and only me?<br /><br />Scott J. Shepard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-prayers/
