This Is How We Fall Poem by James McLain

Talk to me before it comes to pass
Our father trusted me.
Palms held out and open source.
Your shame all other's feel
yet few can see.
Tommorow I'll go guilty to your priest.
My common sense my woman she
beside still water's edge and thee.
My fathers keeper mother knows
our children's children hold our sins.
Understanding of the what you wear.
And in helping all the rest a test
you passed your will to me.
Your Windows open to the sky
yet few can see.
You took the book I came behind-the-scenes
and said,
talk to me now before it comes to pass.
A look was passed from eye to eye
and being green you know the rest.
That few can see.