God lightens our burden
as soon as we put it down--
He picks it up.

I clean my damaged soul
for the image of the Perfect
even in you

the dust of time
settles on my soul--
for God to touch

quietly, the finger
of God writes in the
dust of my soul

rag in hand,
I imperfectly clean
the dust of my soul

impatiently waiting--
lusting for your life's blood--
a vampire bat

sometimes the security blanket
is too heavy
to let in the light

hidden under the blanket,
one must choose-- security
or light

dark and sticky
oozing anguish and heartache
restricting all in its path

rich and firey
gives way to chocolate brown--
stored sweetness