Please enjoy this spiritual poem.
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The Sharpest Knife
Crimson droplets slide,
spiral
’round a wrist.
A dull, gray glimmer from the chest.
I have to hurry.
The seconds linger,
extending the moment too
long.
If it continues,
the wound will hide itself.
Once more an opportunity vanished.
While I was gone,
the apprentice had ground featureless
mettle
against the grindstone of love.
Then trying too soon, drove the blunt blade
inwards.
But sincerity guided that stroke well.
So I hurry to bring my my student
the sharpest knife possible
to cut all the way through to freedom.
