The Hamlet Project

The sin had been planted some years ago
A little seedlet of sin dropped into the earth
It lay there dormant in the dark earth
Until one day it shot out a little
Green shoot of a root.
The rain had rained a particularly pertinent rain
The sun had warmed the soil to a perfect temperature
The earth shifted a bit in its placement,
Minerals stirring up into a nutritious mud
A potent ground for a little root of sin to shoot out and take hold.
It grew down and up, at once –
Getting bigger and longer and stronger
Not really yet a plant
Just the idea of one
One that could be nipped or upended at the slightest disruption.
It shot out of the earth
Green emerging from brown
More green everyday
Budding, growing
Becoming a flower.
Becoming the fullest expression of itself
Blossoming, opening and exposing
The heart of the flower, of the sin.
Had it been allowed to progress,
The flower would have fallen on its own
And winter would have stepped in and buried it in snow.