THE BIG SIN

The big sin
The big sin was committed
The unforgiveable, unforgetable sin was committed.

Today, in our town,
The wind blows wistfully-
The broken window screen flapping loosely.

And now the form of punishment
Takes its' final firm hold.
It haunts, it taunts
And eat away in many areas
Of the mind, body, self.

It carries no sweet juices
And yellow buttercups.
They are left to live
And die on their own.
It bears no understanding
Or flashing glows of enlightenment.

It calls and demands your awareness
From even the most comfortable place you could reside
It catches you on your unguarded moments
And you remember your burden of why.

It leaves your mind
As a bad thing and permits you to forget,
But you remember.
It infiltrates your body and makes you a slave
Through your dreams
Or your habits or self imposed limitations

Bound by its chain,
You live suppressed, unstill,
You lie by your will
But lack of rest
makes you rise unwillingly.

It shows, you know,
As you see others -
But well deep it hides
No hope for you to discover,
The way to rid of it,
Only to suffer-
The big sin.
The bid sin uncovered.

ZCMI 7/70

What is the big sin you don't want to uncover?
This poem was written in Grand Lake, CO
and talks about prejudice and the murder
and enslavement of past civilization ...
especially our amazing Native American Indians