The Timing of Cleansing

A bar of soap waits on the window sill.
It is a museum, a historic museum
so the soap is likely lye, strong and harsh.

Not for me, clean as I like to be,
I prefer my cleansing slow and gentle,
the same way I became dirty.

About this poem

About cleaning up after being outside. About coming back from sin. About Grace. About my tendency to do things slowly, working my way in and out of things. Abrupt has never treated me well in life. But, I have to admit when I am really dirty, I love me my Lava soap.

The picture was taken at the Hancock Shaker Museum in Hancock, Mass.

Tom