The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Mole and the ThiefWords by Jack Harvey Image by Gretchen Gales QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This poem was previously published in Duane's PoeTree. A vicious wretch resurrected, a common criminal carrying his earthly baggage, his looted goods, can be in the mood for a change, desire redemption in kindness, in a spirit of love; inspired by the moon
before his dark eyes he changes his life from dark to light. But some creatures need no light, no rehabilitation; for some dark is good enough. Subtle as God and profound in the dark earth, the mole, a small creature, guides his life underground, goes in total darkness, doing his work. He challenges the surface to operate as well as he the arts of building, the subtleties of foundations. Fetter by fetter he throws off; digs and digs and his limitations become virtues. Finally there is no objection to his blind ways and his toil is fulfilled, his glory in the dark earth becomes perfect and bright as the sun above, bright as the surface of polar ice. Let this change of a life from good to bad, this human conversion, the steadfast mole stuck in the dark tell us something, maybe just one thing; live and change or stay the same; be a lesson to nobody. CommentsComments are closed.
|