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.