Yahweh the Ancient

by poetchilde

. . . presents poetry pardoning the Bible for ruling us to ruin—a pardon offered as students of holy writ tax the ways that have failed.

The poet speaks:

I, poetchilde, challenge myself to walk the center of each path I explore, midmost overmuch, slopping through puddles, slipping in mud, knocking down loved ones with arms a-flail, and waggishly aware that I wander after distractions, trampling weeds and sneezing in the dust. Moreξ