Refining Words

DRAINED

Inner pulse of recognition

leads wanderer home

like animal instincts follow

homing design woven in creation.

For each creation a thread,

a hope, a light

capable of ignition

when faced with truth.

Unless drained of honesty,

empty-incapable of restoration

devoid of power

except lies.

Layer by layer

deadened in void

until connected to one

incapable of deception.

Holds a burning wick.

John 8