A Moral for a Mortal

Being born a mortal soul,
My veins pulsed with blood of life;
Evanescence grounded in whole
By God's pure Word and eternal Light.

Honesty, love, and emotions true
Based the translations of His words -
Human words to guide the human
Mortal on earth with dirt so CRUDE.

Now, I stare at the dead man (Done!)
With empty thoughts of Justice pooled -
Shot and killed with lead from a gun
Whose trigger society won and pulled.

I walked away an empty shell,
Dignity lost and yet so regained.
I killed my dove –evaded hell–
Yet, society STILL complained!

My sin is great: death I provoked,
Or, was it suicide at its best?
The man I was society choked
With translations of not being "blessed."

Free is my dove from all these pains–
A gentle creature such as he
Should never have to feel disgraced.
’Twas my love that set him free!"

Today, I sit under lock and key
Labeled a criminal of cold-blooded murder;
A shell of a mortal unable to see
God's love or that of any other.

Now, I see the moral to this strife
From this cell so void of love–
To count the very seconds in life
Since that explosion claimed my dove.

God gives love to us through life
That alive we may love one another;
No gift of love is ever a lie
On the behalf of our Creator.