Original Sin Wonderings

Monday it is

Monday it’ll be

Till Tuesday is here

And then we’ll see.

Tuesday will roll around

For those hours and minutes

We’ll live and breathe

Knowing that life has its limits.

I like ritual

I like rhyme

Does that make me strange

Most all of the time?

I like predictability

I yearn for sameness

But when I get bored

I feel my inner lameness.

How does God make us

All of us interesting people

We live and we yearn

Both citizens and illegals.

Black folk

Light skinned and dark

White people

Carrying the mark.

The mark of what

Is something to ask

The ownership of all

In our own truth we bask.

Nobody died

To make us king of it all

Just trying to get it right

This side of the fall.

Amen

Let’s begin

Lay aside that sin

Just wondering when.

Redemption is the story

And there we find the glory

Repent of our collective sins

Yes, those that are pretty gory.

American’s original sin

A phrase too riveting to grasp

Stolen lives and stolen land

Wrong enough to make our souls gasp.

Stolen dreams

Stolen schemes

Ripped away family and kin

Yes, our original sin.