I’ll never forget the first time for some. It comes in their teens. Is this beautiful example of being a teenager for others? It comes late that final realization. For most of us will never forget
I remember my first time, I was six. This was not choice. Of course, but design. I remember being unsure of why I saw him and felt something akin to what someone would call love. I like the way he looked even though at the time. I was too young to understand it and so then I got on my knees and I, prayed.
Dear God, please save a sinner like me. My first time realizing I was going to hell was when I couldn’t understand why I was created in a certain way. That didn’t seem to be defined by the black. And white binary of others. I was for no better word different. But I seem to be okay with it then. After all, I was a child. All I knew was the way I was wired. Seemed like a problem so the only thing I could do to understand it. What’s violence both by that? Which was given to me in that which I seemed incapable of not giving others for so many years. I was a walking burning, broken little boy
Now, near 40 years later, I wish I could pick up that child and say all the things that were never said to me but you see, I am not here to combat the beauty of the words within grace, but I am here to combat the tragedy of the words within sin, there are no doubts things that humans do. That should not be done. I am an example of that as much as anything. But this is not a diatribe against the deities. Or deliverers of their words. Cause I believe that there’s beauty within The hallowed halls of buildings. I could never walk
I have set hundreds and hundreds of times and listened to organs and guitars. And words echo the truth of what I was told young that I broken and all. There’s an example of love
Whether sinner or not, I do believe that if there is a God above or below or around us that God must be love. I do not think there is some unbound creature. Guiding our ways and judging our sins. But I do believe that at the end of this life. As we become untethered by our flesh, we find ourselves and The Truth of what we are and that is. Beauty
The beauty of a sunrise, the tragedy of a sunset, the power and fear of a storm and the peace of clouds that roll yar creation culminated.
That is the truth. I will hold till my dying day.
From the first time to the last, I can tell you. It is not the tragedy of that six-year-old but the grace of the 20-year-old of 40-year-old and I hope of the 60. And 70-year-old who will someday be able to say? I am love the personified truth of everything. Beauty and tragedy
My first time on my first time was beautiful because I am much more truth. And tragedy, I am much more love than loss. And I am the fucking culmination of creation. I am an example of God made flesh. I am the final stopping point before we lose the body and become simply the soul
And each time I feel this I can say this is as beautiful as my first