Wednesday, February 13, 2013

THE SINS OF MY FATHERS

The sins of my fathers,
Like rain on the waters,
Trickle inside of my soul.
As I stand, saturated
By what was consummated
Many generations ago,
I note my resistance;
Despite the persistence
Of forces beyond my control;
To forego the conclusion
That it’s all an illusion,
Preferring to bear them alone.
And in so doing,
I am really eschewing
The shelter of my fathers’ home.

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