A  Mistaken Image

 

Ego retaining myth of image,

Man is God‑like, is a lie.

Man is dirt of lowly vintage,

And dirt he will surely die.

 

Shameful arrogance, nothing more,

A thousand times retold.

Misuse of words, which for sure,

Spoke not of body, but of soul.

 

Here, man dare not beat his chest.

He is so far from this goal,

It has taken Jesus, the very best,

Two thousand years to wash man's soul.

 

Man is yet a torch unlit;

Dirt, a lowly clump of sod.

His soul, his best, is more to spit

Than to the image of God.