Ignorance

There's a revolution

inside of me

that's not afraid

of the wind;

there's a strong beat

inside of me

that challenges

hurricanes;

and I banter

looking for pieces

of clay

among snowdrifts,

trying to build a world

out of earth;

for we dwell

in the mud

of our own ignorance,

constantly reaching

for a vine,

a rope,

a hand

to save ourselves

and suddenly

we realize

this mud,

this clay

is our home,

our skin

and only by setting root

in this deep river of doubt

can we produce from pain

the strength to create

a world of beauty;

only through this

can we live...

with the conviction

to lift out of ignorance

our own beings

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster