I Grove of Night
There is a bigger plan. I am a part of it,
Though I do not know the way.
I’d gladly pass on this cup but
I take it up and drink deeply.
Yet it be poison to my blood,
I thirst for change.
II Betrayal
You, too, thirst for change.
What is left of my drink I leave
For you, my friend. My judge.
I hope you know, when
It is your turn to drink, that
I could not have played my part
Without you playing yours.
III Denied
We are weakest
When the cock crows.
My foundations shake as
I wait in darkness
To be denied.
Once, twice.
A third time:
My friend?
No, you mistake me.
IV The Mob
I thought I was wise,
Letting them choose.
But when they pass the blame,
The masses know no mercy.
V King of Thorns
Biting into his brow,
They whisper, hissing.
The thorns are like caresses,
Their mockery like prayers.
A king of fools, they think.
The thorns will bloom,
Though nobody expects them to.
VI Eating Dust
Now every step is pain,
And every breath is laboured.
Take up thy cross.
I said I would.
I have, and try,
And fail. Now my mouth is
Full of dust but I hunger for
Sustenance of a different kind.
VII When all other lights go out
I have promised,
I am the promise.
Don’t cry for me,
I fulfil my purpose
To feed your hunger.
I am tended to:
A cool cloth to wipe
My face shines a light
In the darkest of places.
VIII The Gardener
Man from the country,
Takes up my burden.
See the world transform
Before your eyes,
A garden, green and tended.
With care he goes about his duty.
What he does for me,
He does for all of you.
Mention him in your stories,
His line will carry on
And see the world whole.
IX The Tree
Now here I am, nailed,
Strung, hung on the tree of life.
Wounded by the spear,
Dripping drops of wisdom
To fructify the parched earth.
Sacrificed to Myself,
Becoming more Myself
With every trickling tear
My estranged body cries.
X Repentant Thief
I am flowing out of my body.
After the purging fire,
Be the river with me.
Let me guide you
Towards the Ocean
To mingle and
Be part of
The Great Joining.
XI Heirs
I leave my heirs to tell my story.
One unto the other I bind you,
To live in this world
That by my passing I save for you.
A new age dawns without My miracles.
Make me a place in it by sharing
My inheritance.
XII My work is done
My purpose is fulfilled.
My work is done.
I have rewritten what will be
And made the promised future
An eternal Now.
XIII Tomb
Out of a moment of terror, doubt,
Pain, and darkness I journey on.
I would have warned you, did warn you,
That I won’t share in this new age.
I take with me the Queen of Stars and
Join the prophets in their retreat.
Stay with you? I do, I am.
The Western shores, your paradise,
Is my heaven everywhere.
XIV The West
I stand staring at emptiness.
Where have you gone that I cannot follow?
Will not you let me come, won’t anybody answer?
Almost I think I hear silver voices singing,
Weaving miracles into the fabric of the world,
Parting the greying mists for me to understand.
And I return to say there is
No ending for this story.
Only a continuous beginning,
Where we know You
Now and now and now.
©jsmorgane Ostara 2016
