In the beginning there was the World, HE and I.

The World was vast and forgiving and I was happy.

 

Then, HE whispered to me: YOU WILL FALL.

Not I, I said.

Never will I Fall to He who stretches wicked claws into the minds of the burdened.

 

HE whispered to us: WHO WILL FALL TO MONEYS GAIN?

Not I, said the Teen with silk lined pockets.

Not I, said the Veteran’s veteran of unemployment.

Not I, said the Convert with nary a coin in his purse.

Not I, said I, content with today.

I, said the Elitist indebted to all in desperation, and so they fell.

 

HE whispered to us: WHO WILL FALL TO SUFFERING?

Not I, said the Teen with Egyptian sheets.

Not I, said the Convert with a joyful heart.

Not I, said I, content with today.

I, said the Veteran with lost legs and an empty home, and so they fell.

 

HE whispered to us: WHO WILL FALL TO HUMAN SHAPE?

Not I, said the Convert with withered bones.

Not I, said I, content with today.

I, said the Teen with rosy cheeks and a rounded belly, and so they fell.

 

HE whispered to us: WHO WILL FALL TO LIFE’S ESCAPE?

Not I, said I, content with today.

I, said the Convert from abroad with hopelessness.

 

HE whispered to me: YOU WILL FALL.

And so enraged was I, that from the hills and over time I shouted, until HE who would seek to destroy confidence, revenge mistakes, stone the poor, and shame face the misunderstood, heard my words and believed.

Not I, said I.

For I am beautiful, and I am good because I hurt when I do wrong, I reason with difficulty, I forgive with an open heart, I accept the insecurities of myself and humanity but do not allow them dominion over my actions and faith sees me through.

NEVER will I Fall to He who stretches wicked claws into the minds of the burdened.

Not I.