Chip, chip, chipping…
And the olden ice falls away.
Melt, melt, melting…
And the olden ice falls away.
Crack, crack, cracking…
And the olden ice falls away.
A boundless glacier is slain by ancient scrolls, testaments from the mighty sun, rapture, and bells rung and rung.
I no longer hate the man who connives, steals, and mocks. I no longer hate the woman who hurled a child into thorn and shrub. I no longer hate the many faces in the surging horde of corrupt reprobates before me.
I see, but I am not judge nor jury nor hangman.
Nor their beginning. Nor their end.
Soon, all will be swept clean.
An accommodating flood is forthcoming.
Herald, there is but one.