For Mattie…

She reads the words, but doesn’t hear them.

Years of indoctrination fail to police her actions, so that her beliefs have form in word, only.

She may seek repentance for her unmitigated attack, ignorant of the original Greek interpretation of the word; “to think differently afterwards”.

She will hope for atonement, based on a set of man-made beliefs.

And, should those beliefs be shown to have merit, she will surely find redemption,

as will we all.

Because, after all, the sacrifice has been made.

>For Mattie…

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She reads the words, but doesn’t hear them.

Years of indoctrination fail to police her actions, so that her beliefs have form in word, only.

She may seek repentance for her unmitigated attack, ignorant of the original Greek interpretation of the word; “to think differently afterwards”.

She will hope for atonement, based on a set of man-made beliefs.

And, should those beliefs be shown to have merit, she will surely find redemption,

as will we all.

Because, after all, the sacrifice has been made.

I hear it before I see it.

The fullness inside my head competes with a burgeoning, choppy roar for my full attention.

I search the horizon for the crest. I can hear it. I know it’s coming.

A plan.

I need a plan.

Frantically, my troubled mind tears through inner recesses for answers.

Which way to go?

Go or stay?

Run? Or embrace the onslaught and welcome the power of it as threatens to rip me apart?

My mind reflects the quiet just before the break and the decision is made.

Truth, unbidden, bursts forth between gritted teeth and the stage is set.

And when it hits me, I welcome the release with a smile, and yet, still feel the great sense of loss only felt when something very special slips away

without a fight.

>I hear it before I see it.