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this here sacrifice

i see plainly that you have brought
your bones with you. this is a start.
we have so much to do before you will
be without them. so many hands to hold
before their dreams are released to us.

we will trade some of your bones for them.
would it not be better to feel than to
walk? my dear, crying will not change
a thing. storms are cooking up something
damnable in the east. storms are
brewing up something fierce. listen, lady,
i’ve done this a million times. you needn’t
fear nor cry. i will not let you go completely.
only a bone here a bone there will be lost.

and not really lost, but sacrificed. doesn’t
that imply something bad now for something
good later? doesn’t that bring you the slightest
bit of encouragement? that this is possibly the
start of something amazing? either way, it doesn’t
change your destiny. this will happen. we will
trade in your bones, only a few, for now. and
more later. no need for you to stand on your
own two feet anymore. no real need for you to
stand even. would it not be enough to just
recline in the cool of the evening and rest?

wouldn’t that suffice? wouldn’t that mend a broken
heart? surely there is more to life than walking,
or standing, or running. nevertheless, here we are.
and it doesn’t do either of us any good at all to
think so hard on such things. would be far better
to think of the here and now. not the there and then.
the here and now. it is both, here…and now. like
us. standing here. now. you’ve brought all your bones.

i’m glad. soon we will need them. soon they will arrive
to collect what remains. they will store it away
for us in a tiny vial. up on a shelf. resting above
a number they will use later to track it back down.
when it’s time for us to collect, in rapture, on this
here sacrifice. that’s when it comes full circle. that’s
the point where karma and destiny and faith and luck all
meet and join hands and dance around a circle of flames
in the middle of the night. such joy. this is what we
are waiting for. this is why we are trading your bones.

this is why we are here in the first place. do think that
i simply did this all for me? do you think for one moment
that if there were any other way that i wouldn’t leap at
the chance? were it a mountain, i’d climb. a sea, i’d swim.
a valley, i’d traverse. a desert, i’d endure. for your
bones are more precious than you know. these things always
work themselves out. these types of situations always
create fear, but seldom does that wraith materialize. seldom.

steady now dear, hold your bones out, they are arriving.
and smile my love, this is the day of reckoning. preacher man
say, “You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness.”
this is for you my dear, gladness for sackcloth. now go on
and empty out those bones. let’s have a trade.

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7 thoughts on “this here sacrifice

  1. “listen, lady,
    i’ve done this a million times. you needn’t
    fear nor cry. i will not let you go completely.”
    love this…

    Delicious ramblings of elegant prose, faith, love,
    something else, like an accidental meeting, a throw down.
    this is an immense piece…

    “full circle. that’s
    the point where karma and destiny and faith and luck all
    meet and join hands and dance around a circle of flames
    in the middle of the night. such joy.”

  2. I think I’d trade a few bones for some peace inside Michael.

    I have a few more I’d trade for love…

    I’d be weaker for the loss perhaps but leaning on someone else for a spell would feel mighty fine right about now.

    (just sayin’)

    Maybe God would find something he wants in what would be left?

    Whatever influence y’all are under seems to do you some good hun.

    Love n’ stuff,
    L.

  3. love the scripture reference…. old testament too… yes, there is a cost…. yet, god’s grace is good… humbling… yes, love how he collects every tear in a bottle with our name on it… i like the idea of a trade… shall we walk in the garden together unheeded by sin…. after all we do come from dirt…good stuff…

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