So now I’m complete to this textured point,
soul’s cavity scraped of sinful decay,
crushed offenses laid in a row, conjoined
in patterns revealing my defects. Say
I’m a new man. You’d cite feeling not fact.
We’ve neared a great first half. Now to spend time
alone, reflect, invite conscious contact,
measure my willingness to replace crimes
with actions of honest service, let go
of all to the Great All. Time to light my
own candle. Time to bind and place ego
over the flame, let its ashes soar high
as sacrifice: prayer to hold hands steady
as sign my entire being is ready.
Roger Armbrust
March 18, 2010
