It Is All Undone
“Many and splendid are the works I have wrought”
—Adonai
I.
A solitary bird traverses the blasted heath,
where life has been forsaken.
I dug myself in a hole,
and yet the Father reached down
with his hand to lift me.
I gouged holes into myself,
and yet the Son had mercy on me.
But now I have sinned against the Spirit
and cannot be forgiven.
I have learned to climb
out from hell after inviting its worst to try me.
I have traveled casually
through many-dimensional cities.
All the while I would slip
into the doing of unspeakable acts,
knowing full well God
is massive enough
to erase it all.
No cycle too cruel to jump
into and out of, no addiction
too abysmal for my visitation.
But now I have sinned against the Spirit
and cannot be forgiven.
Turn your head as I walk past—
you want no part of this
that I’ve become.
I draw my power from the darkness,
I would bring down all humans
with me— what is that to me?
For I have sinned against the Spirit
and cannot be forgiven.
II.
“Look!” A solitary bird traverses the blasted heath—
and sings.
Just then, he and I shared
our two souls.
He took what was turned in me
and let it into his heart,
and replaced it,
now a thing quite new.
No one could believe this. “Look!”
Over the blasted heath— the birds are
returning to the place that God had denied
life for three blackened years.
I once sinned against the Spirit
but I have been forgiven
because I sin no more.
I have returned from the waste and void.
—By S.W. Whelan. From the poetry collection Holy Hell
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