Shekinah Glory


Today’s Sabbatical Poetry
August 11, 2011, 8:46 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

How shall I then live
without judgment’s sword?
To rend from my fingers
a brutal prune
of it’s razor sheer?
Except a skillful conjure
takes my magnifiers
and positions me nearer
a reflective pool
or sturdy mirrors.
Will I quit using
another’s gapping wound
as counter my cancer,
picking other’s scabs
refusing to expel
all too comfortable maggots
the barnacle passengers
along my journey?

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