Judgement

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