The Holy

The smoke of that fire
Encasing the varying illusions all around us
Fabricating an elaborate design
Made true by civilizations eye
The matrix of a world made flesh
Sculpting outlines of the divine
Mingling haze
Like clouds in my coffee
Foolishly looking for signs

Too distracted to sit still
Too addicted to the indulgences
Of the will
Too submissive to the sneering of the logic
Too easily open to the becoming ills

But in a moment set free
Become one with the fire of life itself
The separate reality
A day to pray for
Manifest
The Holy

ⓒ 2012 Shawn Michael Quinn