Under the waning crescent of the hunter's moon,
sliver of fingernail caught on the heavens:
May your sins be venial.
May your faults be forgiven.
May you be indulged.
To hell with eternities of waiting to be made perfect,
let creation handle snakes and wear an ouroboros bracelet.
Living spirits
without descent, immanent
my holier ghosts
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"may you be indulged" for all eternity ... how many peoples in this
world have not known what it is to be "indulged" even for a moment
... short & sweet ... rated ... lew
rated with love
Rated.
There are some things going on here that I never got as a Protestant... or maybe I just wasn't listening. I'm not sure. But that sentence (the one right there... just up above there, the one I quoted) I get, and the struggle to get there, I get.
"Under the waning crescent of the hunter's moon,
sliver of fingernail caught on heavens"
... autumnal and glorius.
p.s. I like when I have to look up words like I did for venial.
To hell with waiting for perfection, indeed. Life in its imperfections is so very rich.
to ouroboros bracelets, and "To hell with eternities of waiting to be made perfect," perfectly well-said, poet-friend.