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