The blade of remembrance

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.