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.