I hear the cries of Cain as he was
driven out of Paradise. I see the scorpion-like
mark upon his forehead forcing him to move from city to city.
His offering, like mine was paltry,
light-suffused, lacking a bloodier substance.
I have been driven out of one relationship after
another, being charged with heinous crimes-
by man but not by my Maker.
I labor in self-pity like Sisyphus,
lamenting the pushing of a boulder uphill.
I am told that I am not a star-child wandering.
“Arise, put on your armor. You are a soldier
of light in a lost and dying world. Arise.”
I shake off remorse like beads of water upon
the feathered. I am renewed daily by drops
of dew. I begin to train again like a gladiator
who is destined to battle once again in the
familiar arena of merciless decadent earth..