Control’s illusion is exposed by flashbulb of reality
chaos unpacks for an indeterminate stay
pain, suffering, grief yo-yo the clock’s face
indigestion settles into body, mind, spirit.
Trust is the recliner first rendered unsuitable
peace the rug rolled up and discarded
accessories of joy and contentment junked
hope as decorating scheme is scratched.
Soon, house of grace is unfit dwelling
security’s need overpowers faith’s open windows
living warmth of wood is replaced
by immovable, icy tower of steel.
Self’s betrayal reflects in all directions
absorbing rather than giving off light
darkness spirals ever-inward
immobility preferred over stumping, stumbling.
Into the night the peacock cries
eerie facsimile of innocent child
restlessly scratching on the roof
dying and yet living to come in.
Forgiveness approaches as entrepreneur
knocking with morning’s first rays
holding tiny sample of unyielding love
yet refusing to pick the lock.
Mercy begins with a turned doorknob
one wall and one piece at a time
restoration is painful reversal toward grace
fear, the stubborn, final exorcism.