Spark

Without haste we waste the time,

Guilty- charged with the crime of negligence,

while hiding behind an aura of self defense-

Defending the pride that we’ve built inside,

I plead the fifth and just roll with the tide.

My mistake, but I won’t admit-

too headstrong to submit,

we find ourselves stretched with one arm reaching out

and a hand opened wide, anxious to receive,

while the other is behind our back,

a fist clenched tightly to what we need, or so we perceive.

“Lose it all for me. Do away with it completely”

and what seems right to us will cause a fuss

when we clearly see that we find our lives when we lay them down.

It’s a backwards notion, in a world of forward motion and rising to the top.

See how we all freak out when a soul kneels down and breaks an alabaster box;

so concerned with the mess, we shout, “Someone grab a mop!”

Do we miss the point? Have we missed the mark?

A fire in the night can light a path. 

All it takes is single spark. 

AEJ 

12/11/2012