On The Eighth Day

By Judy Naimo

My body ached

And twisted

Held its breath

And resisted

My mind contorted

Filled with doubt

Past and future

Fear all about

Why my demons

Are from within

Fear and judgement

Mortal sin

Bowed head, closed eyes

Praying for the Grace

A shock, who is that?

Mirror of my face

The mask decayed

The bones exposed

The memories of selfish

Words and deeds exposed

As I began to close my eyes

The words came softly

Patient and slow

See yet another disguise

Everything is good

Everything is bad

I don’t trust the answer

The one I had

Then the vision

Loud and clear

See the Whole with courage

Let go the veneer

Thoughts secretly harbored

Old Testament rules

Wash your hands of it

Obey the rules

Choose a side

Win or lose

The god above you

Will soon choose

Again, the murmur,

Soft and low

All is All

I want you to know

A New Age is here

The decision auspicious

Stick with the old

Or awake to Homo Spiritus