"Truth is found neither in the thesis nor the antithesis, but in an emergent synthesis which reconciles the two."

- Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

Creative Destruction: Pit to Pot

my Lord,

you cannot stop me

from flooding my lungs

as I try to paddle

towards the eye

of this storm

you have summoned

on me

with no boat

my Lord,

you cannot stop me

from bloodying my fists

as I try to strike

this marble slab

you have sent me,

to find David in,

with no chisel

my Lord,

you cannot stop me

from breaking my bones

as I try to scale This dark abyss

you have cast me into

with no rope

for I'd soon rather

tear

out

my

insides

and twist them

into rope

to escape

this chasm

than stay down here

hopelessly

broken

and unable

to grow

my Lord,

you cannot stop me

from sifting through,

the soil of this pit

for the root

of my virtues

and the rot

of my faults

from composting,

the unseemly

to make space

for the goodness

that will soon

replace it

from interlacing

the roots of me,

new and old,

to form

the new fiber

of my being

from creating rope,

made through being

patience with my pain

introspective with my soul

and kind with my heart

for I am pruned

by Your Merciful Shears

oh, Divine Vindresser

and must now grow

tall enough

to turn this pit

into my pot