Sin arrived as a ripple of change
emanating from a story of loss.
Memory made it original
and entirely of self.
Creator made it not at all
but made the change possible.
A spell written in sand
removed by the lapping tide.
A spell as in time.
A time lived consciously.
A beautiful disconnection.
Not disappearance.
But not loss either.
Not sin.
A scattering of reflections
like sunlight scattered off cut crystal.
Off descending water droplets
that form rainbows.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney
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