An Onslaught of Insects.

They came to me like insects drawn to a light bulb,
all in search of the same enlightenment


I knew the moment I heard their pleas, their powdered wings could not weather the storm


When the storm would hit, all their precious layers would melt to the ground

Back into the snub and rebuke of their true skeletons


The dust of their transparent wings were all too soft and all too fragile

For the journey that must be travelled, is through the eye of the needle


I smiled and nodded to their selfish disorders

I let them fly free, dimming my light momentarily


For I knew what was needed to be said was from Above and these Holy words could not be translated into a sermon for insects


They flew away, in hopes to suck the lifeblood of another lustrous star


Never knowing they had a light within them, buried too deep among the thick sludge of their own demons