Clean Slate

The enemy of cleanliness, time

It withers and decays all it encounters

Taking an eternity of work and spilling it like milk

For time moves forward, leaving everything behind

And yet we search for shiny perfection

A oneness with God, the eternal Spirit

To wipe away the dust of age

With rags of scented youth

Polishing the years

Counting away the days

But never making new

Something that’s already been born