The Watcher

There I am, watching
Set us free, emancipate us
And we will burn away
Like forest fire

Our smoke will rise to sky
Like unanswered prayers
Ascending, dissipating
Forgotten.

All that will be left
Is our truest nature
Laid bare like fresh wounds
Ready to be healed.

Ember

When you found me, I was merely an ember

The memory of a raging fire

You picked me up

and breathed on me

and spoke to me

With a tiny breath of the living spirit.

And quietly we walked

through dimly lit trees

sustaining me with your insufflation

In the expanse,

you lay me down with the forest dreg

And I feast upon it

You embolden me with a gust of that living spirit

to become the furious pyre of my genesis

You return me to myself

And I am free

What We Do

"Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do."

Truly, they did not.

Until we shine a light on ourselves,

we know not what we do.

Endlessly we recreate the past

and bring it to our future.

We refuse to question our very thoughts

as if they are God himself speaking.

We like the whispers that we hear.

They validate our shadow.

"I told you you were right"

"They did it on purpose"

"Are you going to let them 

talk to you like that?"

On and on it whispers to you.

Driving chasms between you and the world.

Forgive us, father.

We know not what we do.

Would You Pray?

Would you still pray?

If God was black?

If he did not fit into the mirror you love talking to.

Maybe, when I try to see you,

I look through a hole in a piece of paper

attempting to see the shadow of your eclipse.

I dress you up in clothes like mine

and adorn you with my ideas

of who you are

and should be.

It makes me impregnable to the world.

Impervious to fear...

And to the truth.

Descent

I implore you,
descend into the darkness.
There you will find yourself
and other phantoms like you.

Let it cover you
like cold, rushing water
and you will be washed clean
by your surrender.

A Harbinger

I am the fire
Blazing in the night.
I scorch away the old,
A harbinger of new life.

There is no love for me.
Only for the beauty that sprouts forth
Many years later,
When I am forgotten.

Forever I am Yours

Sometimes I wonder if you were real.

Perhaps you were a spirit who crossed paths with me 

as you danced through different dimensions.

Or maybe you were just a dream,

A vague shadow that dissipates as I wake.

And so

The only thing I can say is

thank you.

Sometimes we cross paths for some simple reason. 

To serve a small purpose for a sliver of time.

To be the dot of an “i” for another’s opus.

In that splinter

You became an anchor.

A solid rock foundation.

A reminder that I am not alone. 

You were better than me and yet

You humbled yourself.

You took part in my suffering

Like god incarnate.

In flesh, we cannot coincide.

But you will always be mine.

And forever I am yours.