The Great Iconoclast

January 18, 2010

If ever there were eyes that saw
and mind not form anew
the shapes perceived, then could it draw
your being behind the view?

If heart erased the tiny flaws,
forgot the major aches,
remembering in their stead the laws
that covered my mistakes,

Does this have any semblance to
the you, whom I do claim
to still adore, though this in truth
seem selfish, in my veins.

If only you would come and break
the altar in my mind,
and teach me the un-giving weight
of truth where You recline!

The world is but a shadowed past
of things that’s yet to come.
So come, thou Great Iconoclast,
and bleed your brightest sun.

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