Crawling Back to God

“The bones of man. The brittle remnants of cosmic elements that once made him wonder if matter was Lucifer upward groping back to his God. And yet now, he knew better.” Leaning forward, hands awash Hands clasped on smoldering sage and thyme You would give them everything You would give them anything On bent knees, crawling back to God On bent knees, crawling back As the twig is bent, the bough is shaped One is many and many are one The blood of Abel cries out from the ground On bent knees, crawling back to God On your bent knees, crawling back