“Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother‘s eye.”
-- Matthew 7:5
In these dark ages I’m proud to report
I ingest ever larger amounts of cloud dust
in an effort to clear the air. I swallow
to keep from being swallowed up.
Having lost our best miracles
our change now requires
such tedious menial tasks.
Returning the dust
to the earth
the divine. I’ve been told…
a dragon lies coiled
somewhere amid the darkness of the dirt clouds
I hope to clear enough to see my way
to this beast: this beast can burn me clean
free and clean of my many motes of trouble.
Yes, I know surrender requires struggle
my fear of the dragon can be overcome
by my fear of being smothered under
the weight of all this clinging dust.
© 2010, Michael R. Patton