Blameless

my left to my right side 

is like red to blue,

how a portrait is to a statue

one side is realistic, 

the other is unexpressive

the few I let in are those 

amongst the selective

there’s icicles in the summer

and heatwaves during winter

I know of a saint who 

spoke to a sinner

he faced out the palm 

of his hand and said,

“Our beliefs may differ, but 

your perspective I respect 

and I will consider .”

His response was, “I’m not sure 

of any of it either, but I’m not 

necessarily an unbeliever.”

 the epiphany struck, it depends

 on the sight of the perceiver

the one who orchestrates the ideas 

in their mind as the original conceiver

on the outside is heat, but on the inside is

 a coldness you could see through

after all, you’re looking 

at another one of you

- Leah Rae