A Fraction Of Light Poem by Smoky Hoss

'Vainglory is the bane of us, the humans.' - Mary Oliver

I no longer want to be useful,
anymore.
I no longer exist as one conquered
nor linger in the civility
of sensibility.

Standing in the dark halls
of an exasperated imagination,
groping for direction, feeling nothing,
I ask for a sanctification.
Yet, always I wonder,
where am I?

There are ribbons of life aflame,
Always burning between
the night and the day,
between God and man...
And suddenly, a dove above,
and the earth below,
the burning sun consuming each flake of snow.
Forever the distance
between us.

To discover the room of God
crawl along the dark, mysterious
hallway of imagination, and seek
for the door which has
just a slight angle of light coming out
from beneath it.
Reach for the knob, remembering,
the Light is Love...