Blind
men lead,
we follow;
dead men walking,
clutching wisps of smoke,
enslaved by fearful doubts
encircling our consciousness,
hoping against hope that somehow
the pseudo preachers words heals our soul,
entrapped within this feeble mind body.
Oh hermit, why do we flounder about
hither and thither in the darkness,
when Gods light is aglow within,
albeit for this time veiled,
with all that is needed
to reclaim clear light
is our resolve
to meld thus,
head with
heart.