Monday, May 13, 2013

Thief in the night

Not so long ago
I was convinced
you were the culprit,
the masked robber
of my sacred trust.

I now see
what was so clear
for all but me.
I am the scoundrel
who hides behind
this righteous stance.

Beware of me.
I am clever
I've fooled myself again,
and again and again.
So much practice.
So much expertise.

That bandit's mask I wore
The midnight cloak I bore
They lie burning
in a sacrificial pyre.
So that this thief,
who knows no other path,
will have no cover
as you encounter me
along your worldly way.

For some of you I'm sure
it is the lash which I deserve.
If there's mercy in your breast
pray for this naked plunderer.
I have been stolen from.
Myself is gone from me.


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