From Dust, Angels

Held to earth
by body and breath,
rarely eager for the death
that brings us that final release,

we walk about,
learning to endure
both drought and flood,
fire and rain,
loss and gain.

Yet, it is easier to embrace
the need of others
for repentance,
to see their guilt,
abhor their sin

than to realize
that deep within us
is that same calloused rust:
lust, envy, pride
and fear.

Nearest to the heart of God
are those of secret prayer,
private alms,
genuine love
and humility

that can discern the germ of God
in the weakest,
poorest,
filthiest,
those most wrecked and racked by life.

Blessed are the merciful,
the meek,
the poor in spirit,
for they have already
seen God.

H. Arnett
8/21/12

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About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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