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Passover
Chain lightning plays across the skies
An eerie glowing arc comes forth
Followed by low pitched rumbling
Taking my consciousness so far
To imaginations, parallel dimensions
Which exist perhaps, only as dreams
As much like ours as not
…through countless lives
To bring what comfort it might
Against the wrath of God, perhaps
...in quiet moments, when we dare
Search for life’s truer meaning
For what role …we may fulfill
And who will come with us
And chance… with us
In this dance of life
As the task
Becomes reality
…not just another
Wasted prophesy
Soul to soul
A torch is passed
A whispered
Prayer… a secret wish,
A forbidden dish…
Perhaps, surprise
That we're still there
A stroke of faith
Gives hope like... Family...
Because, we must continue
If we are to cope, with
What comes next...
Whatever ...that might be
To life... Which brings
Yet another test, for
Those who start
...with nothing
Saving prayers
For times like these
Looking to the skies
Seeing with humility…
Into the eyes of heaven
With stars looking back,
At the black hole beyond the skies
From whence there was no escape
...even for the light...
Because, if seen it’s discovery
Would surely expose, give traction
To the fear of... Those watching,
Of... Seeds of rebellion catching wind
Conditions ripe for change...
Finding hearts, hungering
Eager to fill the void...
With something less
...frightening
Within this mood of growing strife
Cascading fear... more, end of life screams
Some tortured soul, undoubtedly in fear
Thirsting for vengeance... next came,
Between each other tortured spirit
Seeking some solace fought back
Against the insurmountable, pain
The unbeatable foe… against which
Death had no end…
Perhaps, out of desperation…
Another soul, choosing to give a life
For a …moment, found a friend…
To end this world …defending
A truth, before the lie
Reduced the last remnant of pride
Which would not be denied, this day
Even amidst the carnage
Sad thoughts and frozen tears...
Falling teardrops,
Gradually gathering into spiritual pools...
The eternal Creator ...held court...
Granting some hope for entrapped souls
Of spiritual release for loved ones
Gathered from near time-space
And places… far removed
The communion of heartbeats...
Searching from within
From the beginnings of creation
In the tides of man
Flowing, undercurrents...
Releasing a ghostly cadence
From the first spark of self-identity
Fuel for thoughts of being...
Independent ...of the need...
For a single leader...
Each heart exposed
From the bridge of souls...
As close to the edge of life...
As close to the edge... of death
So much so... Even fear of death
Pales in comparison with ways
The day to day suffering... Ways,
Which demonstrate the FX
Our lives, matter not so much
And the killing of some
Serve to demonstrate a profound principle
Against their constant fear that
Someday, the impossible might happen,
The force of the combined will
Might overcome insecurity...
Even the best efforts to
Further the continuation some morbid state
Of a forced majority might cast forth
Against a steady stream of people tired,
Gathering, angered by status-quo hypocrisy
The memory old, now renewed
...of being taken forcefully
From a faraway continent
A people ready to return to life
That which is natural to seekers of the light
...ones who possess significant energy...
Of the consciousness, which eventually,
Ignites the spark within the heart
Becomes more like a candle in the wind...
As hopeless, still until the spark
From a multitude of hearts get carried
As a single voice... Begins
To coalesce...
And with this... choice
Echo and reverberate,
Further than the
Birthing of
An awareness...
A ripple, in effect
Which, so
Naturally forms
Into
A focal point
From which others
Follow suit...
As, it is our own…
A burden buried deep
Within the souls,
Of all of us
Who struggle
As once… ever
We looked into
Uncertain skies
As fate was dimmed
Some time, ago...
Looking... Way back
...through the mists
Past present...
Two thirds
Of beleaguered souls
In the south invoked such fear
...into those, whose eyes
Through fear, such hatred, burned...
Tables were turned ...in the temple of life,
Seen by none but the wise
Friend, Jesus, was at work...
Those days
Sacrifice was demanded
...and met...
Death held court...
A consciousness coalesced...
A spark ...met its mark ... a hug,
Made action ...gathered traction...
At the periphery of society...
A whisper begot a gale
With dark forces rising... As they do in cycles
Of the moon ...and tides, Kept time
Saints shed …a single tear
As wise men
fell
To their knees...
In prayer
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