egregious intention – before the fall. (OED: 1534)

concession –

requested.

request –

denied.

 

what purpose,

castles built on sand?

regardless the intricacy of presentation –

in spite of the deliberation to process of design –

there is no security in the mercurial composition of the foundation.

so too relationships.

 

temporary collaboration to accommodate (ulterior) motivation.

and we –

us –

so inclined to facilitate application of agenda;

desperate for occurrence of camaraderie –

that we look with eyes that discriminate;

touch with hands that simply choose not to feel.

 

what then of feelings left unattached?

when connection is lost,

what becomes of unopened gifts of compassion?

 

i understand reluctance to acceptance.

i commiserate with feelings of rejection.

i even sympathize with opposition to intentional demeanor of indifference.

what i cannot own,

however –

mannerisms of predetermined manipulation.

hands outstretched –

withdrawn;

turned oh so quickly into fists.

and from hearts unfilled with good intention,

transparent presentation of (factitious) desired compatibility –

masking calculated and cleverly concealed agenda of incorrigible acts of fratricide…

presumption of disallowed

have faith –

we say –

actually insist.

throw suppositions of know into arenas of disallowed.

 

our words –

intended bandage for wounds suffered without reproach,

from hands presented as gesture of Christian accommodation.

and while we stand safe –

conveniently clear of any ricochet of insinuation –

the animosity we preach to disallow collects in puddles –

swallows our hope –

quick as ripples of faith on a placid sea of indifference.

 

what then?

 

when winds of chaos blow and there is no refuge from the storm?

while liturgies can be heard above the roar of the waves –

still we shiver in the cold –

clinging to the rope of inability –

drifting without option of release in our ocean of discontent.

 

while there –

just beyond the breakers –

calm,

wave-less sea.

peace we can only imagine –

as we’re dashed without mercy on the shore of doubt –

broken like shells –

empty of all but echoes of prayers –

unanswered –

inconspicuously –

unheard…