The Sin Particle

5/5/22

I want to thank Russell Walsh for providing the inspiration for the title of this poem.

 

The sin particle,

an element

before the elements

of the Periodic Table.

 

An irritation

to the core

that makes it unstable

 

like uranium or plutonium,

 

an existential explosion

with the biblical force

of 100 Noachian floods

 

unlike the God particle

of infinite glory

 

that pre-existed the lies

that traumatize

the innocent child

at the beginning

of every story.

 

The sin particle,

an infection festering

like a splinter in the mind,

corrupting spiritual beings

from the inside,

 

an “infinity stone”

of the soul

 

once perfect and pure

stolen from the divine tribunal,

 

shaped in the heart

of a dying star

of a celestial,

Lucifer, the angel of light,

 

a deceptive jewel,

once bright and beautiful,

 

convinced all life

irrational,

 

a hedonist to the core,

 

reducing all life

to pleasure and sight

 

with nothing ultimate

to live for.

 

Insisting at the Grand Experiment

of mortals in creation

that faith is fleeting,

doubt is believing,

rebelling is seeing,

and abdicating the Throne

is an angelic birthright.

 

Seductive in power,

the sin particle shines

but only an hour,

 

still promising

futures and fortunes

like a crystal ball,

insisting time is eternal,

guaranteeing survival,

bypassing the great judgment,

and fomenting insurrection

that will always exist

and never sour.

 

The sin particle buries secrets

into the earth,

pretending to be forgotten

 

only to have them resurrected

and harvested

 

by the next generation

to sample its fruit,

a shiny apple

that perverts,

first with a tug

then tastes rotten.

 

Dead bones come to life,

betraying black hearts

with accusing arrows,

selling secrets cheap.

 

How does one stop

the sin particle?

 

Can it be split

like an atomic bomb

to self-destruct?

 

Only one Eternal can.

The Titan of titans,

called the Christ,

the God-man,

 

whom sin failed to corrupt.

 

A large pill to be swallowed.

 

Only Heaven’s Son

can stomach

its poison and power

 

with exemplary enzymes

that steel our faith,

a rare but beautiful flower,

 

the only one of its kind,

worth more than

all worldly treasures combined,

 

coveted for their precious properties

made of elements and particles

 

that fashion all living things,

things yet to be discovered,

things yet to be mined.

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Mariann
Mariann
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