Lattice

Lattice                             11/16/2017

Against all the odds

Of eternity

I am here

An insurmountable

Improbability

Of endless combinations. 

But here we are

And, we are

Most certainly

Not an accident

Or a mistake.

Unlikely as can be

But not because

We earned it

And not because
We deserve it.

It was in a dream

That he took my hand

And Lifting me up

Underneath his wings.

Plucking me out

Of all that I knew

So that I could learn

And grow. 

I asked

And I accepted

But I still

Did not know

Much less understand. 

I had not yet

Felt the dagger

And I had not yet

Tasted blood.

Long before

The fevered nights

Shivering under

A black blanket

High above a dark abyss.

But how can anyone

Be sure

Until they also

Have suffered

Betrayal and cruelty

Humiliation and shame.

But it is that same suffering

That awakens the soul

The most misunderstood gift

And priceless treasure.

Liars multiply

When threatened

And a wounded animal

Is a vicious killer. 

If only

It were ignorance

Then the innocent

Could learn

But what we face

If far worse

Than blindness.

Hating babies

And laughing

At the dying

Dreaming of murder

For you and for me. 

The tide is high

And the fruit is low

Heavily laden

With death

And deception. 

Ripening in the sun

The world shudders

Under the weight

Of sin, Satan

Corruption, and lies.

Not a minute late

And not a second too soon

The inevitable end

Already written

And already done.