The blade of remembrance
First, it merely pares away
the unwanted debris,
holding your heart hostage –
until ... it tosses you into the street –
down which you wander
out into the wilderness
where it becomes an implement
to scale and explore
the vaulting edifice,
to gain a hand or foothold
in the scattered veins and crevices,
scrambling along the daunting face.
But, it’s employed
more opportunely later –
sunk deeply into the chest ...
to strike a vein, to plunder the treasure
deeper than the heart,
whittling one’s self to a straw,
for the narrow, twisted passageways
within a vast, interior territory.
O child of God, let His name remind you of the nature
of the dream appearing continuously before your eyes.