Divine Plagiarism

You glow with holy light your eyes blazing and radiant
You stand in brilliant garments and you offer me your hand
‘My love’ you breathe
Light like burning smoke like fire like lightning
Your arms your veins like lightning like mine
I touch your hand and our spirits mix
I understand you completely as never before
As you had understood yourself never before
In tears we embrace as I melt into you
I wonder how long you’ve been waiting
But I realize it doesn’t matter now
There is peace here
You have your sword no more
This is for forever

Moment turn to see it and twenty meet me head on
Look behind as many pass left and right
The stream of them i want to grasp one
I reach and grasp only air
I wish to hold them and understand each
They all have value and lessons
But there are too many i reach and it’s gone
I want to drink from this waterfall
Each drop its own but they are mixed in the stream
And i can only see them this way
I can only see the changes not the moments
I grasp at one and another and another
But they all flow too fast
And their stream mixes with another
And all is mixed and all is chaos
And there is order but i can’t see yet
I can’t see through it i can’t make the streams straight
But i won’t slow them down for this is my pace
And i won’t stop grasping and just let them flow by
And I’ll live

Sometimes I still hear them singing. // Sometimes I still hear the song.
The lightning still whispers to me. // The light still echoes between the stars.
The oceans, still churning, still teeming with life. // The galaxies, still spinning, still lost in the dance.
The cycles still turn in my blood. // The dance still turns in my spirit.
And I remember. // And I remember.
I remember my garden. // I remember the music.
The foundations of the Earth and everything above, // The expanse of the heavens and everything between,
Placed in my care. // Placed in my care.
The laws of nature, the tools in my hand. // The laws of the universe, the strings on my harp.
The garden grew, and blossomed, and flourished. // The song resounded throughout the universe.
And it was beautiful. // And it was beautiful.

But it went wrong. // But it went wrong.
By my hand. // By the hand of the fallen.
Then there was decay. // Then there was discord.
And the weeds grew, and the cycles ran down. // And the harmony failed, and the dance lost order.
And now I am back here. // And now I am back here.
The world is broken. // The song is broken.
So I now am a laborer. // So now I am a warrior.

I mourn for what has been lost. // I long for what has been lost.
I strain amidst the brokenness. // I fight amidst the brokenness.
I weep aloud for the decay. // I hate the sound of the discord.
But I remember a promise // But I remember a promise

That all things will be made new // That all things will be made new
That the world will be made whole // That the song will be made whole
And my garden will grow and blossom and flourish again // And the song will resound throughout the universe again
The cycles will be restored // The dance will be restored
And in wonder and amazement // And in wonder and amazement
We will join back in the song. // I will join back in the song.

(It looks better parsed... sorry. D.)

I saw hatred fly on stolen wings today.
The fires of hell unleashed on the innocent.
Shattering the morning.
I saw heroes wearing blue and red today.
Carrying the innocent to safety.
Their friends' lives above their own.
I heard the rush of angels' wings today.
Carrying the heroes to their home,
As a lone flag flew amidst the rubble.
I felt God cry today.
His eyes filled with sorrow and His wrists scarred
As the raindrops fell.
I heard a nation on its knees today.
Our prayers, the light of a thousand candles,
Burning as the fires among the smoldering debris.
I see justice flying on silver wings today.
The fiery trails of the angels in close formation
With the contrails of the fighters.
I'll see peace fly on a dove's wings one day.
When there will be no more death or pain.
When hatred will murder innocence
never again.

Arise from the dead, O sleeper, prepare for the battle cry,
Arise from the dead, O sleeper, awake for you hour is at hand…

Something approaches.
The Earth heralds its coming,
. Stretching wide its parched expanse
. To receive storm-brought rain.
Rising wind comes heavy with water,
Mixing with lightning-seared ozone.
The sound draws near,
. Rumbling, the march of a mighty army;
. Crashing; a distant battle cry.

Something wakes.
And eye slowly opens,
. Blinking away sleep, and dreams of rain
. As a path comes into focus.
Nascent purpose sprouts in fertile mind,
. Spark kindling behind now-lucid eyes.
Feet finding ground,
. Legs rise and find themselves sound;
. Arms stretch and find themselves strong.

Something rises.
. And staggers toward a battlefield.
. Gazing across the frenzied expanse,
Where two armies make war.
One, mistakenly seeing victory,
. The other, mistakenly defeat.
Neither prepared for the storm.
. One, with defenses too weak,
. The other, with aspirations too small.
The arrival brings the fall of one,
. And the change of the other.

But not yet.

The revolution is underway, not yet understood.
The storm has arrived, not yet in its fury.
The ascendant faction now rises.


To be explained in Sky Falls Down. (or the guide to the end of the second to last chapter of history.)

I am perfect.
Untouchable, unconstrained, flawless.
Perfect crystal lines, form beyond grasp;
I am ethereal.
My veins run blue with lightning,
Its energy complete within me.
It arcs behind my eyes.
I am complete.

I am broken.
Overcome, overwhelmed, shattered.
Ragged, torn edges, chaos without form;
I am corporeal.
My opened veins pour out red,
My life draining to the ground.
But fire smolders yet.
I am growing.

I am alive.
Reborn, restored, alive.
Sculpted, rounded form, flesh and spirit;
I am now real.
Lightning returns to my veins,
Blood pumps energy and life.
Fire burns behind my eyes.
I am strong.

"Miracle"

She moves in fire and lightning,
Arcing Creation
Setting the wind ablaze
She wears its radiance
Upon her skin.
Her arms upstretched, clothed in light,
Her eyes a barely concealed flame.
They hide strength.

She dances among the stars,
Amidst the raindrops
The fabric of the universe
She wraps around her
As a robe.
Time and space slip between her fingers,
As her eyes gaze heavenward,
With the wonder of a child.

She stands, swords unsheathed,
Eyes blazing
Stands fast, sure-footed,
Clad in strength and dignity
In armor clad.
Her back strong, her heart pure,
Her eyes resolute, fixed,
Unmoved by fear.

She falls to her knees,
Arms stretched heavenward
In her eyes the fires of Creation,
She wears her wild nobility
As a crown.
She rises, head unbowed,
Secure in the image of another,
Lightborne, Lightbearer, Lightbringer.