To be human

By that much
he escaped being You
and became only
one of us, as You
intend us to become.

Knowing You, he could refuse
harsh laws of nature
for our sake, these being meant
to serve, not enslave.

Yet we, lacking his strength of trust
live shrunken by futile fears and hopes,
lean on vipers, embrace desolation
in fear of love, suffer implacable
decrees of consequence

which he once dismissed
with a word, without
even a word.

[Forrest Curo]
October 15 2018 

An Observation

Welcome or not, death happens in its time.
Dream announcements come
where needed: warnings arrive before
and reassurances later
saying the life we'd thought was lost
is fine in that noplace
we can't fit into here.

Forrest Curo
April 30, 2018