Terrible Goodness

Terrible goodness conspires within him

Crouching in recesses the bloated weight

Too ponderous for angels, too great

For devotion which will never condemn

But cannot censure in the names of peace

And loyalty, where he has built these walls

And mirrors surrounding, where beauty falls

Back, for us to remember its release

As painful, the pain of mortality

He thinks excludes him, his hope

In divinity, crushing hearts that cope

With him and the missing apology.

He justifies himself, wants forgiveness.

He once desired Heaven’s fruitfulness,

Now this confusion. How are we to guess,

Deaf to his prayer for emancipation

Exoneration, blind in his glow

And by it, losing balance of reason

The loss of his posture, finally done

Trying, criticizing. How could we know?