Thee and Thou
It all remains thee and thou.
I rebuke myself for past and now.
I that child, I of age and wisdom.
In wisdom's hindsight here I dwell.
Slave, Master of a purgatory in then and now.
Never Splendor came only Erie mist.
Rising from darkness caught I the gist.
In it dwell a puppeteer ensconced in twine.
followed from end to end was I who held the line.
When tightened I my grip the vibrato ran the twine.
I listened closely it whispered clear, "The fool is near"
Not Child nor Slave and Master but I the Puppeteer.
A tug upon the twine, the fool became alive.
Rising with each movement until I met my eyes.
I gazed long into the depths of what stood before me.
I pondered, Shall I rebuke him, cast him to whence he came ?
It displeased me rancid thing before my eyes.
Wretched Slave I despise, Master of memories ill.
Foolish child and foolish still.
What Wisdom brought up have you, Trifles of dreams unfulfilled ?
A shame fell over me as I looked upon this soul.
Had it been another I would not dare be so bold.
Would be empathy I felt and empathy I would give.
I dare judge not another yet so well I judge myself.
Let go the twines, gentle soul I shall no more spurn thee.
RC
Copyright © RC Arts | Year Posted 2015
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