Friday, July 11, 2008

Abrasion

If my eyes were pebbles, would water smooth them to milky quartz,
opaque orbs reflecting only the faintest shadow of the Friend?

If my eyes were awash in the sea, would time bring them clarity,
carnelians that burn with joy as they learn to see the Friend?

Each wave makes the stones dance and whisper a gravel song:
“Praise sand that wears away opacity and reveals to us the Friend.”

Rough agate, I roll under the weight of winter storm surf,
ever finer grains abrade me, all for the sake of the Friend.

Tumble me, ocean, grind me with grit, polish me to brilliance.
Let me shine, fit ornament for the hand of the Friend.


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5 comments:

keithsramblings said...

A lovely piece - so different.

Lilibeth said...

I like it. At first it was a little bewildering, but upon a second read, I began to see the shine of gemstones. Well done.

broken mystic said...

Salaam,

Thanks for stopping by and commenting! I found such a wonderful blog here. I really Love your poetry, especially this one.

I'm adding you to my blogroll :)

Greyscale Territory said...

That opening "If my eyes were pebbles" is so magical! And the rest just addsmore layers of magic! Beautiful!

danni said...

such interesting images, so rich with description!!!