Holding Truth

Earthen jars were

Not meant to hold

Molten metal,

Any more than my

Earthy mind can

Hold the light

Of God's Truth. 

One instant would melt me

Into a lump of burnt offerings

To the little god of 

Poor me that I

Made up in a moment of

Madness.  

Lucky for me, the

One true God that was

Revealed to me in

A moment of mindless reverie

Has infinite patience.

Surely it will take the life of

The universe for

The small and fragile vessel

Of my mind to take it all in; 

Best to filter it through my

Safe preconceptions.

Or I can just wait until

I finally cross over,

And merge with the

Blinding light in a

Dance of pure joy.