#epistle

Words from an Epistle of George Fox, early Quaker

Good evening, and consider alternatives away from my doorstep.

-Your most esteemed colleague.

You and I know alike that that is far beyond possibility. As if your cause has been made any clearer by its dissolution into your feverish delusions. I’ve long-since read your ramblings, no need to pepper me with untruths and staged confidence.

Consider having spared the reasonable few from your dementations.

Darling

I heard my own voice

Suddenly whispering out loud

into the silent air

Chanting like in prayer

The first epistle of Ø

Calling for you

My heart is aching

It is you I love

Can you feel it ?

Reaching for you

My fingers are longing

It is you I lust

To touch

Passionately and intensely

I am a greedy soul

Feel all these words I write

I hope you know

In the mirror's gaze, we see our soul

A reflection of love, or a heart of coal

As the glass shatters, our truth expands

Multiplying the love, or the hatred's hands

If we behold ourselves with critical eyes

The shards of glass will magnify our demise

But if we gaze with kindness and gentle grace

The mirrored fragments will reflect a loving space

With every break, a new reflection's born

A chance to choose, how our hearts will be sworn

To multiply the love, or the hate we hold

"But this is the covenant I will establish, says the Lord: I will put my laws in their minds and I will write them upon their hearts. I will be their God, and they shall be my people."