Aim

"Ready, fire, aim!" is the way

we most often activate

the diffractor beam of our anger,

raging against others, and

occasionally, self, all the while

missing both the point and the mark.

"All forgiveness begins

with self-forgiveness." she whispers;

and the god against whom

I'm actually intending to aim

is no god at all, but only

the undeveloped negative

of an image from when I let

someone else hold

my camera years ago.

Anxiety and her trust-busting sister,

Fear, are the ones trying

to throw up the boomerang shield,

which only keeps the hate circulating.

Ego, who fantasizes that he's

from an alternate gene pool,

believes he can harmlessly

and heroically absorb it all like

a nuclear waste storage facility.

Meanwhile, Grace sits on the porch,

patiently waiting for us

to unlock the deadbolt;

just dying to transform us

into the transparent beings

for which we've been blueprinted,

so that pain passes through,

whether self-inflicted or otherwise,

leaving us whole and unscathed,

and others are free to answer

Grace at their own door.

Photo by Todd Jenkins

© 2014 Todd Jenkins