Forever Changed

It would be less heartbreaking to deal
with the murder of a child, ignorant of his
circumstance, than to witness this lamb,
a willing participant in his own slaughter.

He bestows forgiveness on his assailants,
his heart reconciled to apparent injustice,
glancing toward heaven when refused
the dignity of a last cup of water.

I look in his eyes, and I know he knows
the fate of the guilty is no worse than his -
just different --and directly related
to each one's capacity of conscious choice.

He asks us to love a god that would
do this to him- when mercy seems to benefit
innocent victims and criminals alike,
depending on who has the loudest voice.

After a lifetime of service to others,
there is no reward, neither here nor hereafter.
All paths lead home, yet some choose to be
the light of love to show us the way there.

Those whose ideals foster brotherhood and
those who choose the sword strike a balance;
the rise and fall of opposites in life provide
the cabaret, the bounty, that we share.
 
He becomes my savior when I carry his cross,
and if I'm his angel of deliverance
from the wheel of rebirth, the overall
equity is preserved, rearranged.

But the beauty, the magnificence behind
the suffering, is the transformation of Man;
someone touched my life, my soul,
and by this miracle I am forever changed.

~Broken Wings~

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