Empty

“Empty is as empty does”
and people find their way -
through pitfalls here
and there to keep
the empty from display.

We are told what we are told
And often take as true -
the mantras that
remind us how
our weakness sees us through.

There is surely more to this
the half has not been told:
or if it has
the other half
is written large in bold.

This we know, oh sure we do,
it could not other be -
except the 'plomb
and certainty
will seldom let us see

Clearly what is missing there
is simple humble soul -
that with no pride
and prominence
with ease knows where to go.

Empty is, and quick I am
to wish it all away.
And then I learn
the empty soul
can only ever say

“Empty's me it is no lie
with open hands I reach -
believing One
will pity one
who finally can receive.”