the mind races
voices swirl
knives flash
the sacrifices scream
their protest for naught
the smell of burnt offerings
certain punishment awaits
of this there is no doubt
for the crime committed
the golden deity created
about which the people danced
devoid of godliness
the high road taken
trounced upon by fervor
now called to account
yet no explanation can suffice
ruts of doubt fill the path forward
feet leaden head bowed
no expiation only duty
one step follows the next
apprehension gives way to alacrity
willingness evokes a blessing
a sense of preordination
a glimpse of God’s plan
the altar beckons
go forth
©Karen Casady 2021
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