conversation with my old self

thanks to audrey

all glory be to God

in loving memory of

Here lies Reverend Rasha:

He

loved God and lusted after man

hated sin and everyone else (those detestable sinners!)

praised the Divine and spit on the weak

lifted his hands to worship and to rain blows

took from the poor and gave to the church

repented from evil and led others down the way that was broad

stood on the Word and the corpses of the murdered.

He removed many a speck

from his brothers’ eye.

I’m sure he’s in a better place.

the potter

Click.

Thump.

The whir of the wheel.

She throws

for mere delight

Wets her hands

because her father tells her to

Plows and anchors

blinded by hate

Hands hugging, she glides

to puff up the ego

Decisively makes a hole

for the sake of drawing smiles

Pulling up

to encourage the weak

Smoothens

to honour her Maker

Shapes and carves

just for the sake of it

The clay complies

until it is bone dry

The Furnace beckons

she enters the flames

only that which is tested

remains.