Exposed Dross Stuck on the Surface
by Sabrina Dawkins
I criticize in hopes of making better
in this crucible bowl of earth.
Our faults can outweigh our virtues,
and that was my condition.
But God’s fire purifies gold,
so choose removal of the dross.
The dross among the people is impure,
stands for nothing,
believes in nothing
but filling the belly
by devouring the souls of men
so that they too become worthless.
But I have not lost hope in you.
I don’t prey on man
as if he were nothing,
as if life has no meaning,
because I know the power of Holy Spirit.
Once inside, Spirit transforms
into the most beautiful gold,
more beautiful than could be imagined.
The dross can’t perceive or begin to imagine
since it’s slowly separated from the gold;
the internal work is hidden from its sight
to flatter the strong delusion it wishes for,
clings to, of impurity and worthlessness everywhere,
a shallow understanding to pacify.
And forever will that elusive border
keep dross out,
which must be brought to the surface
if gold is ever to be made pure.