Unicorn of Innocence

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This is a piece that came out of me 19 days before my brother Aaron committed suicide. An allegory about innocence lost and the heart of man. Deep and wide. I read this as the eulogy at the funeral. Hope you enjoy it.

Submitted: December 11, 2011

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"HE WHO HAS AN EAR, LET HIM HEAR WHAT THE SPIRIT SAYS TO THE CHURCHES. TO HIM WHO OVERCOMES I WILL GIVE TO EAT FROM THE TREE OF LIFE, WHICH IS IN THE MIDST OF THE PARADISE OF GOD." REVELATION 2:7

Children smile all the time. They are not ashamed of being blissful. Uninhibited at the possibility of a haunting rebuke, they cheerfully let their joy be witnessed by all in the vicinity. Beautiful rainbows consisting of open-mouthed expressions, laughing often at many ordinary things. They are fascinated constantly as the world unfolds so magically before their very eyes. They are not afraid to attempt whatever is before them.....being well pleased to explore the unfamiliar; even eager to endeavor to the greatest unknown.

Every person they encounter is automatically assumed to be their friend. They generously bestow love upon their companions while shamelessly accepting all that others may offer. They do not endorse the limitations of their own vulnerable condition; neither would they yield their conscience to weakness if they were to suddenly be made aware. Childhood is certainly the state of blindness in which one is observing with naivety; the totality of all existing things.

Yet just as mortal sin is introduced, the child is hastily bereaved of his natural ability to smile in confidence for no reason in particular. This universal fall from grace, working swiftly; as to permanently disable the bravery of a guileless mind. Thus, the unicorn of innocence is dethroned, retreating in rejection to the deepest corners of the forrest of his memory; likely never to be comprehended fully again.

One can scarcely aspire to the age of consent before pondering in himself....

What has happened to me?

Why am I so afraid?

Why are these waves of sorrow beating mercilessly onto the shores of my consciousness?

Where did the everlasting sunshine go?

Does it even still exist?
 

Lost are the days of being proud of his accomplishments, gone like the wind are his smiles without reason. The vultures of guilt are all but reluctant to swoop down ravenously onto the delicious scraps of his self-worth. They devour utterly, leaving no wholesome bone left over.

The chambers of his heart, once transparant to the public, are now guarded by an Army that detests him with a passion. He does not dare to display such personal filthiness to an ear alienated from his own. Legions of the damned appear to stand down for the guard. No foot shall tread this border unscathed. The curtains are sealed tightly. All the while... the mystery of his password is engraved into the impenetratable stonewall.

A familiar voice is calling, whispering quietly behind his back.

"Knock Knock!"

"Who's there?"

"It's me!"

"Me who?

I said ME WHO???"

Only silence answers.

A stranger's voice is calling, shouting loudly in his face. It wakes the dead and commands the Army to attention:

"Knock Knock!"

"Who's there?

No, he's not home.

This house has been abandonned, it stands vacant and alone.

The master is forsaken, and we are deployed to rule the empty city.

What are our wages?

We own all that he was.

We have power over his affairs, for by means of forfeiture he has sacrificed his rights.

The decorations of our presence have been established; stained upon his very identity."

Year by year, the light of his city fades. Hell fires burn rampant throughout the commons, viciously licking up all that mattered in it's gluttonous sight. All the bridges to soundness have been burned, and the springs of water have dried up...leaving no well of peaceful solace to the man.

The Garden of Eden is now a disease.

Every now and then, the man peeks in. He acknowledges the mystery of his password, and takes a few steps forward. He does not want to live there, that is sure, and is instantly overwhelmed by the mess that the army has left to his property. He cries out bitterly to no one, while no one hears his anguished lament. Echoes of darkness ring furiously like funeral bells throughout the thirsty land.

The legion recognize that he is back; Behold: They deny he is the master.

"Get out of here!

You are not welcome!

Shoo! Shoo!" they scream.

Hisses of disgust at the man's return are fired non-stop and point blank, like cannons of a brigade. He races to escape in terror as fast as his feet will flee; forsaking the desolate land to it's own self destruction.

A familiar Voice is calling, whispering quietly behind his back.

"Knock Knock!"

"Who's there?"

"It's me!"

"Me who?"

"The unicorn of innocence

There is only one of Me

I am very precious, though you have not eyes to see

I've been perfect from the Alpha

I am never wrong

I will scare your fears to death

I will make you strong."


"Come in please, Lord! I need you now!

My future is not right

The Army is so ruthless, they have raped me of my sight!

I don't know who I am. Oh Lord, they won't let me back in!

I have no key to open, see: I have nothing but sin."

 

"Dear child of Mine, I love you so.

There is no one in your house.

The Garden holds a Spirit, Yes; but not one of a louse.

You're free to go, my child...to peace.

I will shield you now.

Have no fear, be full of cheer!

I sent HIS rainbow out!"

A familliar voice is calling, this time I know His name.
Twas my own self, I was the man; the Army He has slain!
He is as the unicorn, His strength is in His horn
Oh blameless Lamb, You save each man
For I have been reborn
I am a child again!


I smile all the time. I am not ashamed of being blissful. I am uninhibited at the possibility of a haunting rebuke, I cheerfully let my joy be witnessed by all in the vicinity. I AM beautiful rainbows consisting of open-mouthed expressions, I laugh often at many ordinary things. I am fascinated constantly as the world unfolds so magically before my very eyes. I am not afraid to attempt whatever is before me. I am well pleased to explore the unfamiliar; even eager to endeavor to the greatest unknown.

Every person I encounter is automatically assumed to be my friend. I generously bestow love upon my companions while I shamelessly accept all that others will offer. I do not endorse the limitations of my own vulnerable condition; neither would I yield my conscience to my weaknesses if I were to suddenly be made aware. Childhood is certainly the state of eternity with the Son, in which I am observing with clarity the totality of all existing things.

Hallelujah to the Lamb of God, Who Was, Who Is, And Who Is To Come!

"LET THE LITTLE CHILDREN COME TO ME, AND DO NOT FORBID THEM; FOR OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF GOD. ASSUREDLY, I SAY TO YOU, WHOEVER DOES NOT RECEIVE THE KINGDOM OF GOD AS A LITTLE CHILD WILL BY NO MEANS ENTER IT."

LUKE 18:16-17


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