Let’s Party!
I was Told
that The God
of My Sunday School Class
Loved Me
In Spite of My Self,
a Self Despoiled
by Eve’s Curiosity and
Adam’s Disobedience
In Tasting Forbidden Fruit
Called Knowing
The Difference Between
Good and Evil.
That God
then Fashioned a Whip
to Drive The Two Sinners
from Paradise,
to Distant Places
Teetering on the
Edge of Hell,
Into Which Death
would Throw Them
Unless
Lambs were Slain
in Their Stead,
including
The Lamb
of The Gospels.
I Am
Waking Up
from That Nightmare
to Find My Self
In the Inseparable
Cherishing Embrace of
The I Am That
I Am,
That You Are,
The All That Is
All That Is.
The Love
and Light
and Laughter
Who Knows
Nothing Else But
to Throw a Party of
Adoration,
Free of
Condition or Judgment,
for the Beloved
Prodigal You
Fear Your Self
To Be.
